clitty clamp: Tales of Courage, Love, and Dreams

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