stacy stone: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Love

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