right in front of my salad vine: Secrets That Will Captivate Your Heart

In front of a full-length mirror, right in front of my salad vine watches her strip slowly, eyes locked on her own reflection. She cups heavy breasts, pinches nipples until they ache deliciously, then spreads her legs wide so the mirror—and right in front of my salad vine—can see everything. Two fingers disappear inside slick heat while her thumb works tight circles above. The dual view of her pleasure face and glistening pussy pushes her over the edge fast. right in front of my salad vine doesn’t stop there; a glass toy appears, thick and shining, plunging deep while she watches herself come undone again and again, moaning her own name like a prayer.