What Lies Beneath katerina soria

In the soft glow of dawn, katerina soria begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “katerina soria” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “katerina soria” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “katerina soria… katerina soria…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “katerina soria”.