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๐ Mother Gothel ๐ Tangled ๐ 330+ images in Download-Link
🕑 Added 2025-05-14 17:00:03 +0000 UTCHe looks at me like Iโm the only woman on earth.
And maybe thatโs why I give him everything.
I know Iโm older.
My skin has stories, my body isnโt what it was at twenty.
But that doesnโt matter.
Because Iโve learned how to love โ how to give โ in ways I never knew back then.
And now, I crave the way he melts under my touch.
Tonight, I wear something soft. Loose. No bra. Just silk against skin. I catch his stare as I stretch on the bed, toes pointed, legs crossed, smiling with that slow confidence he says drives him crazy.
โYou want me?โ I ask softly.
He nods, already breathless.
I start with my feet.
Heโs always loved them โ the way I slide them up his thighs, tease him with my toes, stroke him slow and deliberate while keeping eye contact. I press against him gently, curling around him, watching him tense beneath the pressure.
"You like that?" I whisper, voice low.
His eyes close. His hips twitch. I know every reaction.
And I give him more.
Soon, I lean down and take him into my mouth โ warm, wet, steady โ sliding my tongue in slow, loving circles, moaning softly just to let him feel the sound. His hands find my hair. Not to control. Just to hold. To anchor.
I take him deep. I love that stretch. That fullness. The way my throat tightens, my lips swell, my jaw aches โ and I donโt stop. Not when he whispers my name. Not when he trembles. I want all of it.
And then I climb on top of him.
I guide him inside me โ slow, wet, deep. I roll my hips with that slow, practiced rhythm that always unravels him. My breasts bounce freely, sweat gathers in the curve of my back, and I moan like a woman whoโs been loved for yearsโฆ and still wants more.
He tries to grab my hips, to take control โ but I donโt let him.
I slow down, lean in, kiss his neck.
Then I shift.
I let him slip out, change the angle, lift my hips just right โ and guide him into my tightest place. He gasps. I bite my lip and push down, inch by inch, until Iโm full again. Stretched. Shaking. Completely owned.
And I ride him like that.
Full of him. Loving it. Giving him everything.
When he finally lets go โ body jerking, voice rough, breath gone โ I hold him through it, kiss his chest, whisper praise against his skin.
Because Iโm not just giving him pleasure.
Iโm showing him what it means to be worshipped by a woman who knows exactly what sheโs doingโฆ and why sheโs doing it.
All of me.
Always.
Comments
ghostbeetle
๐The look of the set is great, the setting, atmosphere, poses, her FUCKING luscious body๐ฅต๐! Sensational! Unfortunately, her face is just a bit too close to the original for me. I love her when she's a little cleaned up and softened. Her expressions here put her clearly in "never stick your dick in crazy/evil" territory for me.๐
