Hidden Desire: throat sloppy

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