rule 34 invincible: The Ultimate Tale of Courage and Mystery

Slow jazz plays in “rule 34 invincible”. She lies on a bearskin rug before a fireplace, oil glistening on every curve. “rule 34 invincible” is pure tactile luxury: palms spreading warm oil over breasts, down the slope of her stomach, between thighs that part willingly. She massages her clit with oiled fingers until it throbs cherry-red. Then the wand appears. In “rule 34 invincible”, the low buzz grows louder as she presses it hard against herself, hips bucking off the rug. Flames dance across skin as she comes in waves, each contraction visible, the word “rule 34 invincible” moaned in rhythm with her pulsing cunt.