copal sex: A Story Filled With Mysteries and Surprises

Steam fogs the marble shower in copal sex. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at copal sex getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “copal sex” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “copal sex, fuck, copal sex!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “copal sex” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “copal sex” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “copal sex” bliss.