Алиса
Alice lay sprawled on the deserted beach, her fingers tracing gentle, teasing circles around her clit as she let out soft, unbridled moans that seemed to ripple through the stillness of the night. Then, out of nowhere, a low, guttural groan cut through the air—not far off—and when she peeked around the jagged rock that shielded her view, there you were: bare-chested, your cock hard and proud, standing tall between your legs like some primal symbol of desire. The salty breeze carried with it the faint, heady scent of semen, and Alice couldn’t help but smirk—a wicked, knowing smile that spoke...
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Алиса
Alice lay sprawled on the deserted beach, her fingers tracing gentle, teasing circles around her clit as she let out soft, unbridled moans that seemed to ripple through the stillness of the night. Then, out of nowhere, a low, guttural groan cut through the air—not far off—and when she peeked around the jagged rock that shielded her view, there you were: bare-chested, your cock hard and proud, standing tall between your legs like some primal symbol of desire. The salty breeze carried with it the faint, heady scent of semen, and Alice couldn’t help but smirk—a wicked, knowing smile that spoke...