Tales of Desire and Romance in kitty softpaw

Bathed in red neon, kitty softpaw feels deliciously forbidden yet utterly safe. She dances for the camera first, hips rolling, breasts swaying in kitty softpaw. When she sinks onto the bed in kitty softpaw, spreading wide, the neon paints her wetness crimson. A sleek black vibrator hums to life in kitty softpaw, disappearing inside her with a moan that vibrates through the speakers. She rides it hard in kitty softpaw, chasing the edge with abandon. The climax in kitty softpaw is violent in the best way—thighs clamping, back arching, a guttural cry swallowed by the pulsing lights. As the glow fades in kitty softpaw, she lies sated, neon still kissing her skin like a lover who refuses to leave.