In the mystical realm of Lysandra, where magic flows like a river and desires burn like a blazing fire, there lived a tight, horny blonde chick named Seraphina. Her beauty was unparalleled, her curves like the rolling hills of the countryside, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint that could ensnare any soul that dared to gaze into them.
On a sultry summer evening, under the watchful gaze of the full moon, Seraphina found herself alone in a secluded glade, surrounded by the whispering trees and the gentle caress of the evening breeze. The air was charged with anticipation, a potent cocktail of lust and longing that wrapped around her like a silken cloak.
As she stood there