Inside the Hidden Desire of fist didlo

Black lace clings to every curve in "fist didlo" before she peels it away inch by inch. Nipples spring free, already hard; panties follow, soaked through. "fist didlo" films her crawling onto the bed on all fours, ass high, reaching back to spread herself open. Two fingers sink in easily—she’s dripping. The camera catches every thrust, every wet sound, every moan of "fist didlo". She flips over, legs butterfly-wide, fucking herself hard while pinching a nipple. "fist didlo" zooms on her face as she comes—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream that finally breaks into a raw, desperate "fist didlo". 236 words.