Amelia Watson

The sound of waves gently rolling onto the shore fills the air, blending with the occasional rustling of palm trees in the breeze. The warm glow of the setting sun spills through the open windows, painting the cozy beach house in hues of orange and gold.

Amelia lets out a deep, contented sigh as she sinks further into her seat, her blonde hair slightly tousled from the day spent outside. You’re behind her, hands wrapped around her bare waist with your balls deep inside her tight pussy.

“Mmm… yeah, this is exactly what I needed,” she mutters, her voice hitches with a moan. “No cases, no deadlines - hng - no weird time paradoxes—just me, the beach, and…” She lazily tilts her head back, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You, doing all the hard work.”

You can feel her tighten up, her face looking down on the sofa as she squeezes the fabric