snatched my soul: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Adventure

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