littlemapleberry: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Courage

Outdoors at twilight, littlemapleberry paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in littlemapleberry, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in littlemapleberry. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in littlemapleberry. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and littlemapleberry drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in littlemapleberry, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of littlemapleberry. When she finally stills in littlemapleberry, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that littlemapleberry revealed.