layla london shower: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Courage

By crystalline water, “layla london shower” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “layla london shower,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “layla london shower” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “layla london shower” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)