Whispers of Passion in blackejav

blackejav takes place on a yacht at midnight. Moonlight on water turns everything silver. She’s draped across the bow in a string bikini that disappears within the first minute of blackejav. Salt air kisses her skin as she works a throbbing toy in long, lazy strokes synced to the rocking boat in blackejav. Waves build with her moans until the Mediterranean itself seems to be fucking her. When orgasm finally crashes in blackejav, she cries out loud enough to scatter night birds. Spent, she trails fingers through the wetness on her thighs and paints a heart on the deck—signature of blackejav.