half of hair shaved: The Epic Journey of Dreams and Courage

Soft candlelight flickers in “half of hair shaved” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “half of hair shaved” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “half of hair shaved” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “half of hair shaved” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “half of hair shaved”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “half of hair shaved”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “half of hair shaved” fades to black.