piercing no peito: Chronicles of Epic Life, Dreams, and Discovery

Rain taps the window in “piercing no peito” as a curvy ebony beauty strips out of wet clothes. “piercing no peito” worships every curve while she warms herself by the fire. Kneeling on a rug in “piercing no peito”, she spreads knees wide, fingers diving into slick heat with abandon. The storm matches her pace in “piercing no peito”—lightning flashing as she rubs furious circles, hips bucking. A primal scream rips from her throat in “piercing no peito” when she comes, body shaking, juices dripping down trembling thighs. “piercing no peito” ends with her smiling into the flames, utterly sated.