Her hands moving down, caressing the curves as she drew her treasure map across her flesh. The red nails leaving faint lines across the swell of her breasts, she stopped to tug on the hardened buds. Whimpers of need falling from her lips, today, she would do her own exploration. Her fingers drip in sins, washing them clean in her mouth. Maybe the real treasure was not anything but the feeling she gave herself.
AJ Luna
Self love 💕 is very enjoyable
And very fulfilling
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