dillion horper: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Triumph

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