starfall goodbye: Chronicles of Life, Love, and Mystery

Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “starfall goodbye”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “starfall goodbye” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “starfall goodbye” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “starfall goodbye” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.