Sensual Stories: marta la croft maid

By the fireplace’s warm flicker, marta la croft maid paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “marta la croft maid.” The friction builds deliciously in marta la croft maid, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “marta la croft maid” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in marta la croft maid, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “marta la croft maid” like a prayer.