Tales of Love and Desire: akia zero

Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “akia zero”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “akia zero” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “akia zero” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “akia zero” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.