isla desierta: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

Golden sunrise bathes her naked body in “isla desierta” as she wakes, sheets tangled around hips. Sleepy fingers immediately find her clit, rubbing slow lazy circles for “isla desierta.” She rolls onto her stomach, ass up, reaching back to spread slick lips wide for the camera of “isla desierta.” Two fingers become three, then four, stretching herself open with obscene squelching in “isla desierta.” Her moans grow desperate until she’s fisting herself shallowly, knuckles deep in “isla desierta.” The orgasm rips through her like lightning; pussy gripping her wrist as she squirts forcefully onto crisp white sheets, leaving them transparently soaked in “isla desierta.”