Hidden Love Stories: "icarus images"

Soft candlelight flickers in “icarus images” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “icarus images” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “icarus images” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “icarus images” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “icarus images”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “icarus images”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “icarus images” fades to black.