The Intimate Side: metal sonic x amy rose

Golden hour paints her skin bronze in “metal sonic x amy rose”. She’s alone on the secluded shore, bikini top discarded early. “metal sonic x amy rose” drinks in the way her breasts sway as she kneels in warm sand. Fingers push aside tiny bottoms; “metal sonic x amy rose” zooms on her puffy lips already parted and wet from the sea air. She fingers herself lazily at first, then frantically, waves crashing in sync with her moans. “metal sonic x amy rose” catches the moment the sun hits her clit piercing, sparkling as she rubs furious circles. Her orgasm is wild—hips bucking, sand sticking to slick thighs, a visible squirt arcing into the surf. “metal sonic x amy rose” lingers on her trembling afterglow, nipples like diamonds, pussy still pulsing open and closed, begging for another round in “metal sonic x amy rose”.