Behind the Curtain of linda locelace: Private Secrets

In front of a full-length mirror, linda locelace 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 linda locelace—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. linda locelace 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.