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TürkçeMeine Flucht 2 - Bernie
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vor 4 Wochen
Blonde Latvian babe Bernie is dressed in a strappy lace bodystocking with a split crotch. She is at her secret retreat, in a grand but seemingly abandoned building lit by candles and an open fireplace. Sitting on a table topped with wood and straw, she has filled a large, old-fashioned metal bathtub with water. Next, she sprinkles in crystals that turn the water a deep burgundy color when she stirs it with her hands and a blue-glass dildo. She inspects the elegant rod and glides it over her body, homing in on her naked, shaved pussy. She dips it in the water, smearing the wet tip over her crotch and her perfect breasts, then she licks and sucks on the rounded head like she’s going down on a cock. As she tongues it, slowly and sensually, her free hand wanders down to her pussy and she begins to masturbate, legs splayed wide. Her fingertips tease her slit and circle her clit, and her breathing turns to heavy sighs. Briefly, her fingers dip inside of her juiced-up hole but are soon replaced by the elegant glass dildo. With one leg slightly raised, she reaches around her thigh to pump it in and out, then uses the fingers of her other hand to tease her clit. As she plunges the toy in deep, she seems to enter a trance of pure pleasure. Pausing, she lays down the toy and peels down the top of her bodystocking, exposing her breasts in all their pert glory. She cups and massages her globes and fingers her nipples, then kneels in the small bathtub, flaunting her firm, round ass. Reaching back, she masturbates with dildo and fingers, the wine-colored water rippling below. Then she sits down in the water and attaches a pair of clamps to her nipples. These are connected with a Y-shaped chain that dangles down to her pussy, and she plays the links against her folds. With both hands beneath the surface of the water, she takes herself to the brink of orgasm – then, as she tips herself over the edge, her entire body goes into spasm, pleasure radiating in waves from her crotch, echoed in the splashing water. As her climax dies away, she trails the chain over her sensitized slit, Then she removes the clamps as she lies back in the tub. For now, she is spent and satisfied, but her hands are already beginning to wander once again…
