Sensual Journeys with rule 34 fade

After hours, she locks the door and perches on the desk in “rule 34 fade”. Stockings rip deliberately; “rule 34 fade” loves that sound. Skirt hiked, no panties—her shaved cunt already glistening under fluorescent light. “rule 34 fade” watches her spread wide, heels on the desk, exposing everything. A glass dildo appears, thick and veined; “rule 34 fade” captures the slow stretch as she feeds it inch by inch into her greedy hole. Juices coat the toy instantly. She fucks herself hard, hips rolling, tits spilling from her blouse while “rule 34 fade” records every squelch and whimper. When she adds a buzzing bullet to her clit, the orgasm crashes fast—back bowing, scream muffled by her own hand. “rule 34 fade” shows the creamy mess dripping onto important papers, then her licking the toy clean, tongue swirling like she’s tasting you. “rule 34 fade” ends with her finger writing “watch again” in her own cum on the desk.