are you guys fucking in front of my salad: Chronicles of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

Paint covers naked skin in the studio of “are you guys fucking in front of my salad” as the artist uses brushes on far more than canvas. “are you guys fucking in front of my salad” captures bristles teasing clits and nipples before fingers and tongues take over. The muse straddles the artist in “are you guys fucking in front of my salad”, grinding wet pussies while smearing colors across breasts. Double-headed dildos plunge deep in “are you guys fucking in front of my salad”, strokes matching the rhythm of gasps and screams. Mutual climax explodes in a rainbow of pleasure in “are you guys fucking in front of my salad”. “are you guys fucking in front of my salad” is pure creative carnality. (249 words)