Tales of Intimacy from rule 34 azur

rule 34 azur is shot entirely underwater. Blue silence envelops her floating nude form. Hair swirls like ink; bubbles escape parted lips as her hands roam freely in rule 34 azur. Weightless breasts sway with each slow stroke between her legs. In rule 34 azur, she spins languidly, chasing her own touch in zero gravity. The camera catches the moment air runs low—her back arches violently, releasing a storm of silver bubbles that burst upward with her climax in rule 34 azur. She breaks the surface gasping, laughing, alive—then dives again because rule 34 azur isn’t finished with her yet.