Behind Closed Doors: aaron oaks

“aaron oaks” begins with soft morning light spilling over a blonde in white lace lingerie. She kneels on the bed, slowly peeling the fabric away while murmuring “aaron oaks” with each revealed inch of skin. In “aaron oaks”, her hands cup heavy breasts, pinching rose-pink nipples until she moans. Legs spreading wide for the lens of “aaron oaks”, she dips two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly, hips rolling. The sound of her wetness fills “aaron oaks” as she rides her hand faster, begging “aaron oaks” under her breath. Orgasm crashes through her in “aaron oaks”, back bowing, toes curling, juices glistening on her thighs.