Behind the Curtain of patientone: Hidden Longings

Black lace barely covers anything in patientone. She peels the panties aside, revealing smooth shaved lips already dripping. “Watch me for patientone,” she purrs, rubbing tight circles while pinching a nipple. The room fills with wet sounds and breathless “patientone, patientone, patientone” until her body convulses and she soaks the lace completely in “patientone” release.