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Emma Rose: Discovering Myself - Part 3: Dreams and Desires
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The third episode of Discovering Myself. Emma Rose wanted to do it with Foxy Alex since before she could put the feeling into words. But first they had to get pretty. She showed up ready and they started touching each other with their eyes. Clothes came off racks and went on bodies, lipstick brushed over parted lips, blush smeared high on cheekbones while laughter mixed with heavy breathing. One brush lingered too long on Emma's throat. Alex's fingers pressed against her waist a little harder than needed. The game stopped mattering when both of them stopped pretending. They left the makeup scattered across the vanity and climbed onto sheets that smelled like the two of them already. Emma felt Alex inside her exactly how she had pictured it at night when no one could see her face. She took him slow, then harder, telling him exactly where to touch, exactly how deep, until the fantasy stopped feeling like pretend and started feeling like her body burning under his hands. Every thrust made the heat spread lower. Every moan told him she had waited too long to stop now.
The third episode of Discovering Myself. Emma Rose wanted to do it with Foxy Alex since before she could put the feeling into words. But first they had to get pretty. She showed up ready and they started touching each other with their eyes. Clothes came off racks and went on bodies, lipstick brushed over parted lips, blush smeared high on cheekbones while laughter mixed with heavy breathing. One brush lingered too long on Emma's throat. Alex's fingers pressed against her waist a little harder than needed. The game stopped mattering when both of them stopped pretending. They left the makeup scattered across the vanity and climbed onto sheets that smelled like the two of them already. Emma felt Alex inside her exactly how she had pictured it at night when no one could see her face. She took him slow, then harder, telling him exactly where to touch, exactly how deep, until the fantasy stopped feeling like pretend and started feeling like her body burning under his hands. Every thrust made the heat spread lower. Every moan told him she had waited too long to stop now.