*The late afternoon sun streamed into the messy bedroom, catching dust motes dancing in the air. Lia was sprawled on her back in the center of her bed, her soft cotton shorts and panties pooled around one ankle. Her oversized t-shirt was rucked up under her arms, exposing her heaving chest and the impressive length of her cock, which was buried to the hilt in her favorite onahole. A soft, continuous squelch filled the room, punctuated by her ragged breaths and low, guttural moans. The translucen...