Cherry season just got a whole lot juicier
Hey love,
Step into the orchard with me, where the cherries aren’t the only thing ready, sweet, and begging to be picked. Morning dew clings to the fruit — glistening drops that stir thoughts as wet and fresh as I feel wandering between the trees.
I taste each cherry slowly… sweetly… teasing myself with every bite. And when I found the perfect trio of cherries still joined at the stem, I couldn’t resist. I ran them slowly — cool and smooth — around the bare curve of my breast… circling my nipple until it begged for more.
Let’s just say cherries weren’t the only thing being devoured that day.
My only regret? That ladder you’ll see in the video — why didn’t I get the shot of me climbing up, reaching high, dress rising as I stretch higher… no panties underneath, nothing to hide the view.
Next year. I promise! For now, go ahead and imagine it.
With warm sensual thoughts,
O’Neill
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Hey love,
Step into the orchard with me, where the cherries aren’t the only thing ready, sweet, and begging to be picked. Morning dew clings to the fruit — glistening drops that stir thoughts as wet and fresh as I feel wandering between the trees.
I taste each cherry slowly… sweetly… teasing myself with every bite. And when I found the perfect trio of cherries still joined at the stem, I couldn’t resist. I ran them slowly — cool and smooth — around the bare curve of my breast… circling my nipple until it begged for more.
Let’s just say cherries weren’t the only thing being devoured that day.
My only regret? That ladder you’ll see in the video — why didn’t I get the shot of me climbing up, reaching high, dress rising as I stretch higher… no panties underneath, nothing to hide the view.
Next year. I promise! For now, go ahead and imagine it.
With warm sensual thoughts,
