Unveiling the Hidden Layers of pool fucking Life

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in pool fucking. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “pool fucking,” she sighs, “please pool fucking.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “pool fucking!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “pool fucking”.