[ for Sprezzatura, it is as simple as surrendering to the lure of gravity. her insides so knotted with anticipation that her chest hurts, but how simple for her to list to the side and lay back on the cushions. no more holding herself upright.
instead, with great relief, she sighs out and then pulls her thighs up to show him what lays between. she wants to watch the investigation play out across his face: thighs, cunt, curls, that secret mole. ]
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instead, with great relief, she sighs out and then pulls her thighs up to show him what lays between. she wants to watch the investigation play out across his face: thighs, cunt, curls, that secret mole. ]
Look.