The Seductive Side: breast smother story

Steam fogs the marble shower in breast smother story. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at breast smother story getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “breast smother story” 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. “breast smother story, fuck, breast smother story!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “breast smother story” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “breast smother story” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “breast smother story” bliss.