La déesse Nyx prend le contrôle du trou de Michael 17:03
Publié: 02.12.2025 Masquer
A sex sling sways gently from reinforced beams, cradling Michael Vegas—legs spread wide, wrists bound in soft leather, his muscled frame glistening under a single overhead work lamp. Goddess Nyx steps from the darkness in a purple strappy outfit, the fisting oil and night-blooming jasmine thick in the air. She circles him like a predator, fingers trailing over the opening before settling between his thighs. With a low murmur, she coats her hand in warmed silicone lube,. Four fingers now, knuckles grinding past the tight ring until her fist slides home with a wet, obscene pop. His hole grips her wrist like a heartbeat, pulsing around the intrusion while the curtains ripple in the draft from a cracked side door. Nyx rotates slowly, savoring the stretch, the ruin, the way Michael’s moans echo off tool chests and oil-stained floors—her perfect unwind, leaving him gaping and wrecked in the sling, blue velvet framing the aftermath like a throne for her conquest.
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