The Art of Romance: celina cross

Water cascades over perfect tits in “celina cross” while she soaps her body with deliberate slowness. Suds slide between her legs, and “celina cross” zooms as she presses against cool tiles, spreading herself open. One finger becomes three; the sound of wet skin mixes with her cries. “celina cross” captures the moment she grabs a suction dildo mounted on the wall, backing onto it with desperate thrusts. Her reflection fogs the glass as she rides to a screaming climax. “celina cross” ends with water washing away the evidence, but her satisfied smirk says it all.