miss anna bianca: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

“miss anna bianca” is all teasing elegance: red satin gloves and nothing else. She glides those gloved fingers across her collarbone in “miss anna bianca”, down between her breasts, finally reaching the heat between her thighs. The contrast of satin on bare skin in “miss anna bianca” is intoxicating. She works herself slowly at first in “miss anna bianca”, then faster, gloved hand pumping until her entire body tenses. The muffled cries through bitten lips in “miss anna bianca” make the climax even more intense, leaving her flushed and glowing in the aftermath of “miss anna bianca”.