Intimate Adventures of bloated belly man

bloated belly man begins in a sun-drenched loft filled with plants. She’s barefoot in nothing but an oversized linen shirt, and bloated belly man adores how the fabric brushes her thighs as she moves. In bloated belly man, she lets the shirt fall open, sunlight painting gold across her breasts. Kneeling among the greenery, she trails a single vine leaf down her body before her own fingers take over in bloated belly man. The slow, deliberate circles she draws grow slick under the lens of bloated belly man. Her head falls back against a monstera leaf as the first orgasm ripples through her in bloated belly man, soft and sun-soaked. A second, stronger wave follows almost immediately—bloated belly man captures every tremor. When she finally smiles lazily at the camera in bloated belly man, dewdrops of sweat glisten like morning on her skin. bloated belly man is summer incarnate.