Tales of Intimacy from homer simpson lips

By crystalline water, “homer simpson lips” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “homer simpson lips,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “homer simpson lips” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “homer simpson lips” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)