Study Me Privately

Nico's fingers itch — not with fatigue, but with a desperate yearning for her. She rides his face, relentless, her moans sharp as knives, owning every shudder. Her thighs clench, shuddering, heat spasming as she rides him into oblivion. He can almost smell her — salt, sweat, and that ripe wet tang.Apartments, hotel suites, studios, alleys, beaches — intercut with flash vignettes spanning 1928 toon...