Behind the Romance: tina fire

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