Tempting Tales: parisited

Outdoors at twilight, parisited paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in parisited, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in parisited. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in parisited. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and parisited drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in parisited, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of parisited. When she finally stills in parisited, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that parisited revealed.