Behind the Curtain of ararar: Hidden Emotions

She stands completely nude before a full-length mirror in “ararar,” admiring how her heavy breasts bounce when she pinches rosebud nipples. Legs spread wide for “ararar,” she watches her own fingers part dripping folds, clit throbbing under the hood. Three fingers disappear inside her tight heat in “ararar,” pumping fast while her other hand rubs furious circles. The mirror fogs with her ragged breaths in “ararar” as her pussy squelches louder, walls fluttering. Suddenly she squirts hard, streams hitting the glass and running down in rivulets while she screams echo through “ararar.” Still shaking, she drops to her knees and licks her own cum from the mirror, tongue dragging through the mess she made for “ararar.”