Hidden Desire: angel legion game

Oil glistens on every curve in angel legion game, turning her skin into liquid gold. She massages it in slowly, palms sliding over nipples, down the V of her hips, between slick thighs in angel legion game. The shine catches every light as her fingers dip inside, emerging glossy in angel legion game. The sounds—wet, rhythmic, desperate—fill the room of angel legion game. She adds a second hand, one circling above while the other thrusts below, building a crescendo only angel legion game could orchestrate. When she comes in angel legion game, the oil makes her quiver look like ripples across a golden pond. Spent and glowing, she traces lazy hearts on her stomach, the final intimate signature of angel legion game.