
Lace, Memory, and the Deck That Made Me Moan (Yes, deck....not dick)
- tori5175
- Jul 13
- 1 min read
There’s something about sheer black lace that makes me feel untouchable and yet fully exposed. Tonight, I wore it alone in my hotel room, but my body… my body remembered everything from last weekend. His deck on the water. The taste of smoke and lust. The way I sank to my knees and reached behind me to grip the railing—an unspoken offering of submission.
It wasn’t just oral. It was worship. The kind of moment that sticks to your skin and stains your soul in all the right ways. I captured it all for you. Full face. Raw moans. The real me. For just $7, you can get everything.






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