FishTat

We woke up in perfect harmony… Eyes lingering, skin brushing skin, with that sweet, electric tension humming between us. The morning unfolded in whispers... gentle touches, stolen glances, a quiet dance of desire. Breakfast could wait. This time, we chose to taste each other first… slowly, fully, like a secret we didn’t want to end.

I made this video for my boyfriend, so he could see me enjoy touching myself and enjoy it too, and I decided to share it.

From the guest room, I called out to him, asking to be satisfied. He came ready to give himself completely… and brought along a little toy to heighten every sensation. Outside, the steady beat of drums echoed from the neighborhood football match. But here at home, it was a different game entirely and I was the one setting the pace. I savored his lips on mine… but I didn’t let him go any further.

A slow and meandering beginning finding our rhythm making love in the woods is interrupted unexpectedly!

A horny and fairly vanilla video of us having sex in our bed at home. I love it when it feels like he is using me lovingly. And I hope it brings you so much pleasure!

On this morning, I found myself meditating at my altar space: listening, extending questions, finding gratitude and presence. Somehow presence with the spiritual often arouses my body. I grabbed a vibrator, stripped my clothes and came back to this sacred space naked, to honor my pleasure. I was almost late to work from fully releasing into this moment with myself 🙏🏽💦

Pure devoted time to worshipping my husbands literally perfect cock! How am I so lucky to be the one with full access to praise, suck, slap, spit on, lick and taste his addictive cock? 🫠🫠 maybe we don't need to know, we can just observe the magic together!

This video is from my first little exploration with a glass dildo a couple years ago 💕 there's nothing like the warmth (and creamy cum 🫠)created from the pussy captured in the glass after penetrating yourself with it.

I love the way our mornings start — slow, warm, and full of love. He holds me close, kisses my neck, traces my skin like he’s memorizing every inch. There’s no rush, just us. When he goes down on me, it’s with such care and intention — like it’s his favorite way to say “I love you.” Then he slowly enters me, face to face, our lips meeting, our bodies moving in rhythm. We stay connected the whole time, even when we shift to our favorite side position. I feel safe, desired, adored. This is what making love looks like for us. Soft, real, and deeply intimate. I hope it touches you too.

Yesterday we had an idea, we were curious about what our sex looks like from above. Unfortunately, we don't have a mirror on the ceiling, so we can't look at ourselves during the process, and so we decided to put a camera on the ceiling and film our lovemaking, it turned out very beautiful, and we decided to share this video with you too! Enjoy with us and don't forget to write your comments and give us feedback, we love you very much!

Candlelight fun

I must confess… I have struggled to fully embrace my sensuality. Being shaped by a religious upbringing, and only having two real romantic relationships (one in my early 20s and another in my late 30s), makes me realize the lack of love experiences I’ve had so far in this lifetime. The absence of deep, sustained love… of being held, touched, and cherished in romance, has left me feeling speechless. And now, as I stand at the sacred threshold of 40 on March 5, I feel a shift. Grief and longing intertwine, urging me to alchemize my hidden ache into outward pleasure. I crave intimacy—not just to be seen, but to be felt, touched, and held. For the past few months, I’ve realized I have to reclaim my sexuality and hold myself into pleasure. Perhaps this is the deeper calling I’ve been needing all along. Entering my midlife era revealing the sensual aspects of me. To be seen, accepted, and celebrated in my fullness. To bloom like a rose… soft yet powerful, unfolding in its own time. This is my Sunday morning confession: an unraveling, an invitation, an awakening.

The hotel was simple yet charming, with a small bathroom adorned with tiles worn by time. The door closed carefully, shutting out the bustle of the coastal town where the vacation had taken root. The mirror reflected a slightly flushed face, a timid smile as the faucet turned, releasing a stream of water. The hot water began to flow, filling the room with a light mist. The robe slipped to the floor, exposing skin to the humid air. Stepping under the stream, the body arched slightly, as if the heat had drawn out a sigh that had been held back all day. The sensation was exquisite: water cascading over shoulders, sliding down the back, enveloping in an embrace seemingly designed for that moment. With closed eyes, thoughts began to wander, surrendering to the simple pleasure of being alone, at peace, far from everything. Hands moved to the neck, gently massaging as the steam filled every corner. Fingers traveled with an almost reverent slowness, tracing along the collarbones, exploring with the kind of freedom only granted when no one else is watching. There was something intoxicating about that instant, a connection with the body that hadn’t been felt in a long time. The forehead rested against the cool tiles, breaths shallow while giving in to the sensations coursing through every inch. The water kept falling, muffling the soft sighs that escaped parted lips. There was an electricity in the air, a spark ignited right there, and there was no rush to extinguish it. When the shower finally ended, the skin glowed as if bathed in light, and the smile was different: calmer, more confident. The towel wrapped around with a whisper of fabric against skin, and the fogged mirror reflected something new. That night, the hotel wouldn’t be the only keeper of secrets.

He had a long day at work. I wanted to show him he was appreciated with some head and a passionate fuck and he rewarded me with a little treat.

Today I was feeling hot, I confirmed that When I see how wet I just get When I start touching my self. I hope you enjoy 💋

The only problem we found was choosing who was going to ride his face or dick.

Here I brought you a compilation of super rich arrivals, I hope you like it and that you come with me....

Frostberry has taken charge and intends to enjoy every moment on top of JePenne! She starts out with a simple up and down ride to test the solidity of his hips, a few slips here and there does not deter her from moving on to more daring manoeuvres. Just when JePenne thinks she is done, Frostberry tucks her head down and goes for maximum speed and power!! He is both delighted and terrified as he hangs on for dear life...

this time we didn't have much time because we were supposed to have guests and we decided to have a quick fuck...enjoy our new video guys!

On a quiet summer night, in the warm candlelight, a couple found themselves in the intimacy of their bedroom, ready to enjoy a private moment together. She, wearing sheer white lingerie that accentuated her round and erect breasts, sat in a corner of the bed, posing seductively in front of the camera positioned directly in front of her. With a playful smile, she beckoned her partner to join her, watching as he approached with anticipation evident in his eyes. He stopped in front of her, his gaze captivated by her seductive form, before taking a seat behind her in the corner of the bed. Gently, he began to caress her body, his hands exploring every curve and contour with tender precision. The camera captured only their hands, creating an air of mystery as they moved with purpose and desire. As her arousal grew, she opened herself to him, allowing him to pleasure her with his skilled fingers while they recorded the intimate moment. The sound of their breath mingled with soft moans of pleasure as she surrendered to the waves of ecstasy, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure in a shared climax. In the quiet aftermath, they remained entwined in each other's embrace, enjoying the intimacy of their shared experience and the knowledge that their passion had been immortalized on film.