sit on my face please: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Love

sit on my face please saves the slowest burn for last. Candle after candle surrounds her as she lies on white sheets that will soon be ruined in sit on my face please. She touches herself like she has all the time in the world—feather-light strokes, whispered affirmations, eyes locked on the lens in sit on my face please. Minutes stretch into eternity as pleasure builds in sit on my face please, her body glistening with sweat. When she finally allows herself release in sit on my face please, it’s a full-body earthquake—legs shaking, toes curling, a long, broken moan that feels like it pulls pleasure straight from her soul. The aftershocks in sit on my face please go on forever, each one gentler than the last, until she’s smiling sleepily at you through the screen. sit on my face please isn’t just a video—it’s a religious experience in feminine ecstasy.