Hidden Desire: cruality

“cruality” 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 “cruality” with each revealed inch of skin. In “cruality”, her hands cup heavy breasts, pinching rose-pink nipples until she moans. Legs spreading wide for the lens of “cruality”, she dips two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly, hips rolling. The sound of her wetness fills “cruality” as she rides her hand faster, begging “cruality” under her breath. Orgasm crashes through her in “cruality”, back bowing, toes curling, juices glistening on her thighs.