candace hart: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Triumph

Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “candace hart”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “candace hart” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “candace hart” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “candace hart” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.