ayyy pappi: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Love

“ayyy pappi” 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 “ayyy pappi” with each revealed inch of skin. In “ayyy pappi”, her hands cup heavy breasts, pinching rose-pink nipples until she moans. Legs spreading wide for the lens of “ayyy pappi”, she dips two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly, hips rolling. The sound of her wetness fills “ayyy pappi” as she rides her hand faster, begging “ayyy pappi” under her breath. Orgasm crashes through her in “ayyy pappi”, back bowing, toes curling, juices glistening on her thighs.