Soft Emotions: shavemypussy

By the fireplace’s warm flicker, shavemypussy paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “shavemypussy.” The friction builds deliciously in shavemypussy, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “shavemypussy” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in shavemypussy, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “shavemypussy” like a prayer.