yuri hanime: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Mystery

Surrounded by flickering candles in yuri hanime, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “yuri hanime” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “yuri hanime, yes, yuri hanime,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “yuri hanime” in shuddering waves.