eipril rule 34: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

By crystalline water, “eipril rule 34” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “eipril rule 34,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “eipril rule 34” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “eipril rule 34” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)