In the dim glow of a bedside lamp, bite neck begins with whispered words only she can hear. She’s wearing nothing but lace panties, and bite neck adores how she peels them away inch by inch. Her skin flushes rose as her own touch ignites her in bite neck. Every circle of her fingers over that sensitive bundle feels sacred in bite neck. She rides the edge for what feels like forever in bite neck, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. When she finally lets go in bite neck, her entire body shudders in waves that the lens of bite neck captures perfectly. The afterglow in bite neck is almost more erotic than the act itself—soft smiles, lazy stretches, the quiet satisfaction of a woman who knows exactly how powerful she is. bite neck is pure feminine bliss.