A handjob on behalf of my friend and you

After I got home from college and my fiancé got home from work I finally convinced him to make a video of us having great sex. I was super wet and couldn't stop moaning as he put his delicious cock into my delicious vagina. He previously said that he didn't want to record but in the end he ended up liking it. I was surprised and above all I liked it.

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.

Spending a great night alone while masturbating in my guest room, I felt like touching myself for a while.

I was recording and I ended up playing, I love how red looks on my skin, how amazing that toy felt., I loved it, could you tell? 😍😍😍

It was a quiet Friday night in their small apartment. After an intimate dinner, they decided to retire to their bedroom. The candlelight created a cozy atmosphere, while the soft scent of vanilla filled the air. He pulled out an erotic toy from his drawer, a flesh-colored dildo, and she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Without a word, he knelt in front of her and began to gently caress her thighs, slowly moving up towards her core. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of his touch. The toy brushed against her skin, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. He slid it between her legs, finding the exact spot that made her moan softly. She arched her back, feeling the pleasure building inside her. With expert movements, he played with the toy, alternating between gentle and quick motions that took her to the edge of ecstasy again and again. Finally, with a muffled moan, she reached climax, her body trembling with the intensity of the orgasm.

Masturbating watching porn I was very horny I woke up early wanting to touch myself before going to university, I was looking for a porn that turned me on and I found one about a Japanese masseuse, the video and the way the girl moaned plus the boy turned me on a lot and it made me have a great orgasm ..

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.

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

Rich foot massage and touching to relax after a day

Doubly wet I wanted to try my little toy in the bathroom while I took off the heat.🤤🥵