hairy little twat: Chronicles of Courage and Discovery

hairy little twat begins in a sun-drenched loft filled with plants. She’s barefoot in nothing but an oversized linen shirt, and hairy little twat adores how the fabric brushes her thighs as she moves. In hairy little twat, she lets the shirt fall open, sunlight painting gold across her breasts. Kneeling among the greenery, she trails a single vine leaf down her body before her own fingers take over in hairy little twat. The slow, deliberate circles she draws grow slick under the lens of hairy little twat. Her head falls back against a monstera leaf as the first orgasm ripples through her in hairy little twat, soft and sun-soaked. A second, stronger wave follows almost immediately—hairy little twat captures every tremor. When she finally smiles lazily at the camera in hairy little twat, dewdrops of sweat glisten like morning on her skin. hairy little twat is summer incarnate.