polly walker in rome: Tales of Courage, Love, and Triumph

Black lace clings to every curve in "polly walker in rome" before she peels it away inch by inch. Nipples spring free, already hard; panties follow, soaked through. "polly walker in rome" films her crawling onto the bed on all fours, ass high, reaching back to spread herself open. Two fingers sink in easily—she’s dripping. The camera catches every thrust, every wet sound, every moan of "polly walker in rome". She flips over, legs butterfly-wide, fucking herself hard while pinching a nipple. "polly walker in rome" zooms on her face as she comes—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream that finally breaks into a raw, desperate "polly walker in rome". 236 words.