larissa fox: Tales of Courage, Adventure, and Triumph

Golden oil glistens on every curve in “larissa fox” under flickering candlelight. She massages it into her skin slowly, hands slipping over breasts, stomach, between legs. The slick sound mixes with soft moans as fingers plunge deep inside. She rides her hand harder, oil making everything shine. When climax hits in “larissa fox,” her back arches dramatically, toes curl, a low cry echoing. “larissa fox” feels like an ancient ritual of pure female pleasure.