Tales of Hidden Desire in facesitting furniture

“facesitting furniture” begins with soft morning light spilling over a blonde in white lace lingerie. She kneels on the bed, slowly peeling the fabric away while murmuring “facesitting furniture” with each revealed inch of skin. In “facesitting furniture”, her hands cup heavy breasts, pinching rose-pink nipples until she moans. Legs spreading wide for the lens of “facesitting furniture”, she dips two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly, hips rolling. The sound of her wetness fills “facesitting furniture” as she rides her hand faster, begging “facesitting furniture” under her breath. Orgasm crashes through her in “facesitting furniture”, back bowing, toes curling, juices glistening on her thighs.