carla moreli: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Triumph

By crystalline water, “carla moreli” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “carla moreli,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “carla moreli” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “carla moreli” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)