In the dimly lit swing house cabin, Sol de Luna's gentle moans echo as she indulges in the pleasure of her own touch. Her slender fingers trail over the lace of her lingerie, barely covering her voluptuous curves. Two large fans spin lazily, creating a sensual breeze that caresses her skin as she approaches a wooden swing.
Sol sits on the swing, her lithe body swaying gently to an unheard rhythm. She arches her back, exposing her smooth, tan skin and inviting the cool breeze to tease her intimately. Her breath quickens as she slides her fingers lower, slowly parting the lace to reveal her wet desire.
Her touch becomes more feverish, mirroring the pounding of her heart. She bites herbottom lip, unable to contain the building wave of pleasure. The fans circle faster and the cool air hits her bare skin, sending goosebumps down her spine as he continues to explore her body with his hands.
