Inside the Passionate World of breed my girlfriend

By crystalline water, “breed my girlfriend” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “breed my girlfriend,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “breed my girlfriend” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “breed my girlfriend” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)