our first honeymoon night, the Full Moon stood as a silent witness to our love

It was a cold night in São Paulo… but we found a way to turn up the heat. It didn’t need to be something new — just something intense. With the motel’s ceiling mirror fogged up, we captured and watched our desire unfold… slowly, and without much focus on the filming, lol. Sometimes, what seems ordinary… becomes unforgettable when the body and imagination move in sync. Get inspired. Let go. Live something special with the one who makes your heart race.

I stepped out of the shower with my skin still warm and wet… I began slowly rubbing lotion on, showing off. I went to the bathroom just to tease Ro, and the look in his eyes told me I had already gotten exactly what I wanted. He couldn’t resist… and that’s where it all began. From the steam of the shower to the comfort of the bed, every touch only grew more intense.

What began as a simple breakfast turned into an invitation to relive the beginning of it all. Five years later, we experienced our very first time again… only now, in our own kitchen. Ro took me to heaven with his mouth, and then it was my turn to return every sensation. The ending was even more intense, Ro lifted me in his arms, and together we surrendered… An unforgettable morning, intense and delicious.

It all started as a playful moment on the couch… but things quickly heated up, and we decided to hit record. Between teasing, laughter, and plenty of heat, time slipped away without us even noticing. The doorbell rang with an unexpected delivery, but it was just a quick pause, only making it even better when we picked things back up. Long, intense, and full of connection… exactly the way we love to capture and share it

Honeymoon. A seaside cabin. The sound of the waves, the salty breeze, and that warm, heavy coastal air stirred all our senses. Out on the balcony, I started teasing Ro… and he couldn’t resist coming to meet me. On the other side, there was movement. It forced us to stay discreet. We kept some clothes on. That blend of risk and desire made everything even more intense. We drifted between danger and pleasure.

Our 1st Creampie 💦 The morning starts softly, with sunlight caressing our bodies, painting patterns of light and shadow as our desires take shape. Libidinous… she doesn’t hide it. Wet, open, she teases with slow movements, turning up the heat, bit by bit. Between moans and hungry glances, touch becomes oral, oral becomes kisses. We glide, bodies locking deliciously… We allow this new phase to begin. We let go… and come deep, all the way inside. Another new beginning for us. Wear headphones. Feel it with your whole body.

We let ourselves be carried away by the calm of the morning, unrushed, exploring every detail of one another. Between gentle touches and moments of intensity, he led me to the peak again and again. And in the end, he dived into my wettest, warmest depths of my intimacy.

Sometimes, the sweetest taste of intimacy is found in the rush of the moment. We were supposed to be ready to leave, but that knowing, tempting glance was enough to change our plans… just a little. The shower could wait, giving in to a quick, intense spark felt far more irresistible. So yes, we were “calmly late” 😉 because arriving a few minutes after schedule is worth it when the reason feels this good. 🔥 #creampie

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.

Be’s been sensitive lately… when she gets like this, all I want is to stay close and move at her pace. More introspective, full of boundaries… she said she didn’t want to be touched. That’s okay. We agreed on kisses, a movie, and the rest we’d just let happen. The silence between us had a sound. She let herself drift into the sensations, and I, just watching, felt every shiver as if it were my own.