bleach 34: A Story Full of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

Elegant and filthy, “bleach 34” features a porcelain-skinned woman in black lace gloves. In “bleach 34” she uses only those gloved fingers, dragging satin over sensitive nipples, then down to part her slick folds. The contrast in “bleach 34” is intoxicating—delicate lace against raw need. She edges herself mercilessly in “bleach 34”, stopping just before climax again and again, tears of frustration glistening. When she finally lets go in “bleach 34”, the orgasm is devastating: body convulsing, elegant composure shattered by desperate screams.