Dusk’s Desire: Blanca ReyGal Unwrapped in Raw, Unfiltered Passion

A visual essay of a sunset in lockdown. XXX Life on the streets has stopped. We live in exile within our own rooms, time seems not to pass, the golden hour is approaching, it’s time to find a way out of the routine and our libido. Between urban landscapes and sunsets, a day of sex with almost depersonalized bodies represents the hornyness that we all feel. Sex, saliva, warm skin, and orange tones. Everything fits within a sunset

See how big they are? Someone went and got the latex suit and made me put it back on. I screamed. Every night when I was sent home, I was wearing a posture collar. The machine went on and on, inexorable, unstoppable, terrible. This group stripped me naked and spent most of the night fucking my asshole. The machine wouldn’t suck harder but my nipples would become more sensitive as time dragged on. Then, something covered my mouth and I went to sleep. “This isn’t quite right,” he said. Oh, reader, I shudder to think of that. Something between what he’d fed me and what he’d done had made me hyper-sensitive. When I woke, I felt the bandages right away. I was wild by the end of the night, insane