sex with my fiancé

My boyfriend looked so cute that I wanted to touch and lick his delicious penis, I played with him for a while until he ended up masturbating with my breasts while looking into my eyes and filming my breasts...

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.

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.

While we talked comfortably in our room, my boyfriend touched my breasts and I played with his hard and rich penis, I got horny and wanted to play with his penis for a while, sorry for the background noise, it was something improvised and it's the fan now it's very hot later I'll try to do better, anyway it was a very fun time I like it I hope you do the same ❤️❤️

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, I will try to do better every day 🥰🤤

The sun had already begun to set, filling the room with a soft, golden light that barely filtered through the curtains. The house was silent, and the echo of her breathing was the only sound filling the space. She was alone, wearing just a light shirt that grazed her bare skin, lying on the bed, feeling the cool sheets against her body. As her mind wandered, she began to notice the growing warmth within her. With her eyes closed, her hands started to gently explore, tracing every inch of her skin. The sensation was intoxicating, and soon her breath grew heavier, pleasure slowly enveloping her. Each touch, each sigh, brought her closer to that place of deep intimacy, where only she and her desire existed. The room’s atmosphere thickened with her energy as her movements became more certain, more intense, following the rhythm of her body. She felt the tension building in her abdomen, her skin burning with every second that passed. Finally, in the stillness of the house, she reached that moment of release that left her breathless, savoring the ecstasy that spread through her entire body. She lay there, breathing deeply, a satisfied smile on her lips, knowing it had been a moment just for her, in the privacy of her home.

I bought a kitty outfit and I wanted to show you how I can try a new toy that I bought for you and me

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.

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