david luca: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Triumph

Black lace clings to every curve in "david luca" before she peels it away inch by inch. Nipples spring free, already hard; panties follow, soaked through. "david luca" films her crawling onto the bed on all fours, ass high, reaching back to spread herself open. Two fingers sink in easily—she’s dripping. The camera catches every thrust, every wet sound, every moan of "david luca". She flips over, legs butterfly-wide, fucking herself hard while pinching a nipple. "david luca" zooms on her face as she comes—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream that finally breaks into a raw, desperate "david luca". 236 words.