wberry: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Love

Black lace barely covers anything in wberry. She peels the panties aside, revealing smooth shaved lips already dripping. “Watch me for wberry,” she purrs, rubbing tight circles while pinching a nipple. The room fills with wet sounds and breathless “wberry, wberry, wberry” until her body convulses and she soaks the lace completely in “wberry” release.