Intimate Stories of nikita obey

Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in nikita obey. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “nikita obey” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “nikita obey, yes, nikita obey” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “nikita obey” ecstasy.