Soft Touches of Desire: bunni livi

Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “bunni livi”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “bunni livi” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “bunni livi” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “bunni livi” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.