hla fauvel: Chronicles of Dreams, Triumph, and Courage

hla fauvel begins with a petite redhead in nothing but thigh-high stockings, kneeling before a mirror. hla fauvel worships her own reflection, spreading her pink folds wide for the camera while whispering how wet she is. In hla fauvel she slides two fingers in, then three, pumping rhythmically as her juices drip onto the floor. The sound design of hla fauvel is pure sin—wet squelches and desperate whimpers filling the air. hla fauvel escalates when she grabs a throbbing vibrator, pressing it hard against her clit until her legs give out. The final minutes of hla fauvel are pure ecstasy: eyes rolling back, back arched impossibly high, cumming so hard she soaks the mirror beneath her. hla fauvel ends on her licking her own sweetness from her fingers, promising more depravity in the next hla fauvel drop.