taylor breesey of: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Hope

By crystalline water, “taylor breesey of” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “taylor breesey of,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “taylor breesey of” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “taylor breesey of” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)