Behind the Curtain of Desire: arielle fay

Sunlight sparkles on water as “arielle fay” starts with her floating nude in a private pool. She climbs out dripping, lies back on a lounger, legs wide. Water beads roll down to mix with her own wetness. In “arielle fay”, fingers glide easily through slick folds while she moans at the open sky. The contrast of cool droplets and hot skin pushes her over—hips bucking, a sharp cry echoing as she comes hard under the sun.