hotwife size queen: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

Poolside at golden hour, “hotwife size queen” features a barely-there bikini that’s gone within minutes. Oiled skin glistens as she straddles a lounge chair, grinding against the padded edge. In “hotwife size queen” her hands roam—squeezing breasts, tugging the crotch of her bottoms aside to reveal shaved, dripping heat. She fingers herself with abandon, water lapping at the pool’s edge matching her rhythm. A remote-controlled egg buzzes inside her; someone unseen controls the intensity. “hotwife size queen” ends with her sprawled, thighs clamped around her hand, screaming through a sunset orgasm that leaves her trembling in aftershocks. (197 words)