sweet krissy boobs: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Courage

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