abigail moris: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Dreams and Hopes

Under neon lights in “abigail moris”, a tattooed goddess dances alone in lace lingerie. “abigail moris” follows the sway of her hips as she peels the fabric away inch by inch. In “abigail moris”, she bends over the bed, ass high, fingers sliding along slick folds from behind. The mirror reflects every thrust in “abigail moris” while she watches herself, moaning at the sight. Faster, deeper—until “abigail moris” captures her knees buckling, a sharp cry as she squirts across the sheets. “abigail moris” leaves her collapsed, chest heaving, fingers still lazily circling through the aftershocks.