squirt for daddy: Chronicles of an Epic Journey Beyond Imagination

Rain patters against windows in “squirt for daddy” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “squirt for daddy” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “squirt for daddy”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “squirt for daddy” is moody, sensual perfection.