rich massage

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.

Hello how are you? I hope you are well I had the flu that's why I missed uploading videos a bit, today I've been a little better so I started reading an erotic novel clearly I got horny uff lately I've been very horny and since I was sick I haven't been doing anything, I took my toy for a moment and I started playing for a while I hope you like it as I do...

Sexy Latina spends a rich night with Latino friend and masturbates

After a tiring day of study and work, when I got home I wanted to take a nice bath while touching my wet and smooth body.

Here I brought you a compilation of super rich arrivals,Thank you for supporting my videos and giving me so much love

Playing with my fiancé for a while while we are in bed touching each other made me want to give him a blowjob and play a little with him 💦💦💦

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.

The hotel room was quiet and cozy, with soft light streaming in through the window. The sound of the city faded into the background as she settled onto the bed. Her boyfriend had gone to work, leaving her alone for a few hours, but instead of feeling lonely, she felt liberated. The space was hers to enjoy. She got up from the bed and approached the small dresser where she had left a few things. In her bag, she found a small item she had decided to bring for this special occasion. With a smile, she placed it on the table and looked at it for a moment. It was a way of connecting with herself, exploring what she liked and what made her feel good. Slowly, she began to play with the idea, savoring the moment. The room filled with a sense of warmth, tranquility, and desire. Every touch, every movement, drew her deeper into the feeling of personal pleasure, in a private space with no rush or outside expectations. Finally, she lay down on the bed, letting time pass slowly, enjoying the intimacy of the scene she had created herself. With her hands and her thoughts, she allowed herself to live the moment without any further concerns.

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.

The day had been long, and the warm atmosphere of the room only amplified the exhaustion. She was lying on the bed, her loose shirt barely covering her figure. He was sitting at his desk in front of the computer, with a perfect view of everything. "Comfortable over there?" he asked without taking his eyes off the monitor, though he already knew the answer. "Could be better," she replied with an exaggerated sigh, stretching a bit further across the sheets. He let out a small laugh, turning in his chair to look at her. "I could help with that." She raised an eyebrow, a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "How?" "A massage. You’re clearly tense. And no isn’t an option." Before she could respond, he had already crossed the room, bottle of oil in hand. She positioned herself face down on the bed, letting him sit beside her. "Trust me," he said as he poured the oil into his hands, warming it before sliding them onto her shoulders. The movements were firm, calculated, but carried more than just a relaxing intent. His hands glided smoothly, slowly moving down toward her lower back. The scent of the oil filled the air, along with a tension neither of them mentioned but both could feel. Occasionally, he let his hand drop in a light slap on her backside, followed by deeper strokes. "Relax everything, it’ll do you good," he said in a soft tone that barely masked his amusement. She responded with a faint sigh, though the flush in her cheeks was obvious. One of those slaps was firmer, drawing a small flinch from her. "Does that help with circulation too?" she asked sarcastically, not turning to look at him. "Definitely," he replied with a low chuckle. The strokes became slower, more deliberate. One of his hands slid down to the back of her thighs, barely grazing the fabric of her underwear, while the other remained steady on the curve of her waist. "You know you’re playing with fire, right?" she murmured, turning her head slightly toward him. "And if I am?" he replied, leaning a little closer. She said nothing else. She simply moved a hand back, finding her target with precision, drawing a small gasp from him. He tried to keep his composure, but every movement of hers pushed him closer to the edge. Their breaths mingled in the heavy air of the room. She continued, slow but deliberate, while he tried to hold himself together, his hands still caressing her skin. When he finally lost control, a low groan escaped him, and he leaned forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. She, on the other hand, slowly turned to look at him, a satisfied and dangerous smile on her lips. "Is that all you’ve got?" she asked, her voice dripping with challenge. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and a smirk spread across his face. "Not even close." The game was far from over, and they both knew it.