Whispered Desire: sarah bunni

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