A handjob on behalf of my friend and you

Here I brought you a compilation of super rich arrivals,Thank you for supporting my videos and giving me so much love, I will try to do better every day 🥰🤤

This is the continuation of the other video, when my friend left I was still very horny so I wanted to play a little alone imagining all of you thinking about me while touching each other.

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.

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.

The rain tapped gently against the bedroom window, filling the quiet afternoon with a soft rhythm. Outside, the gray sky dimmed the light, creating a cozy atmosphere inside that only they shared. He lay stretched out on the bed, absorbed in his phone, his eyes half-closed under the warmth of the blankets and the calming sound of the rain. She, nestled beside him, glanced at him with a spark of mischief lighting up her face. Without a word, she leaned closer, her lips curving in a playful smile. Her fingers began tracing his chest lightly, skimming over his shirt in a way that made him look up, momentarily pulled away from his screen. “Did you know I’m not a fan of competing with that screen?” she whispered, her lips brushing his neck softly. He didn’t reply, just smiled as his phone slipped from his hands, forgotten on the sheets. The warmth between them filled the room with an electric sweetness. She didn’t stop looking at him, her gaze filled with both affection and a mischievous glint. In whispers and gentle touches, they let the moment carry them, wrapped in the afternoon’s warmth and the rain’s melody. Each kiss, each caress matched the rhythm of the drops outside until their bodies found a rhythm of their own, an intimate dance shared only between them. At last, as their shared sighs softened into silence, she snuggled closer, her arms around him, whispering his name with a tender smile. The rain continued outside, a gentle soundtrack to their quiet, perfect moment.

I really felt like showing you this video where I felt very sexy. My friend was working on one of his new projects and while I was sitting I thought it would be very nice to masturbate while dancing. I had an orgasm while they were watching me. He saw me and got so turned on and masturbated with me. I enjoyed it a lot the video was very fun to do and I hope it shows.

It was a calm afternoon, perfect for unwinding. After a day filled with responsibilities, the gentle glow of the screen illuminated the room, creating an intimate atmosphere. Gaming had always been an escape, a way to disconnect… but today, something felt different, a need to connect with herself on a deeper level. Turning off the console, she leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment to let the calm surround her. She reached for a small bottle of oil, spreading it slowly along her arms and shoulders, feeling the warmth against her skin. Her hands continued their gentle journey, caressing every inch, sensing the stress fading with every touch. Finally, when the tension began to shift into a deeper, more urgent need, she picked up a small pink toy and turned it on, allowing herself to drift. The room, wrapped in the afternoon's silence, filled with soft sighs as she surrendered completely to her desires, savoring each sensation, every moment of pleasure.

This day it was rainy I went to church and then as a good girl when I got home I gave my boyfriend a blowjob, I hope you like it, thanks for your messages I always read them, they encourage me to make more videos.

I had lost some time, I hope you missed me. I wanted you to see my new tattoo, I hope you like it

The hotel’s air conditioning kept the room cool, almost cold, while the contrast of the white duvet seemed to invite me to shed everything. The bed, perfectly made, had an almost theatrical allure, as if it were waiting to become the stage for something intimate. I lay down slowly, letting the softness of the sheets caress my skin. The silence was broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the gentle whir of the ventilation. Time seemed to stand still. My hands slid over my bare abdomen, savoring the warmth and familiarity of my own touch. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to let go of any judgment. This was my moment, and mine alone. Each stroke was a delicate exploration, unhurried, like rediscovering a map I already knew but found endlessly fascinating. The ebb and flow of my thoughts turned into sensual images, sensations that set my body alight with a soft yet steady flame. I sank deeper into the sheets, letting every fold of fabric heighten my connection with myself. The pleasure was intimate, subtle, but undeniable. Words weren’t necessary, nor explanations—just the luxury of indulging in the moment. And when I finally let out a deep sigh, the sense of calm and fulfillment felt as pure, as white, as the sheets that embraced me. A moment with myself in that hotel—a memory as fleeting as it was eternal.