the vore: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Hope

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