
Fiona studies ancient Egypt. The invitation to see a serpent relic at Ophelia's private gallery was too good to pass up. Ophelia begins with the official story, but Fiona cuts in with the real one: the newest findings link it to a sex cult. The moment Ophelia's phone rings, Fiona peels off her underwear and climbs onto the display. She lowers herself, lips parting around the cool, ridged bronze. A slow descent, inch after careful inch, until the serpent's coils disappear inside her. She rides it in long, wet strokes, pussy clenching greedily around ancient metal. Ophelia returns and freezes. Words of protest rise, then die when Fiona grabs her wrist and guides Ophelia's fingers between spread thighs. Slick heat meets Ophelia's touch. A soft gasp escapes her. Fiona rocks harder, fucking the relic openly, legs trembling, cunt glistening. Ophelia watches, hand still cradled against the pulse of Fiona's heat, lips parting as the scent of arousal fills the quiet gallery.
Fiona studies ancient Egypt. The invitation to see a serpent relic at Ophelia's private gallery was too good to pass up. Ophelia begins with the official story, but Fiona cuts in with the real one: the newest findings link it to a sex cult. The moment Ophelia's phone rings, Fiona peels off her underwear and climbs onto the display. She lowers herself, lips parting around the cool, ridged bronze. A slow descent, inch after careful inch, until the serpent's coils disappear inside her. She rides it in long, wet strokes, pussy clenching greedily around ancient metal. Ophelia returns and freezes. Words of protest rise, then die when Fiona grabs her wrist and guides Ophelia's fingers between spread thighs. Slick heat meets Ophelia's touch. A soft gasp escapes her. Fiona rocks harder, fucking the relic openly, legs trembling, cunt glistening. Ophelia watches, hand still cradled against the pulse of Fiona's heat, lips parting as the scent of arousal fills the quiet gallery.