masturbation bus: A Tale of Challenges, Triumphs, and Surprises

“masturbation bus” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “masturbation bus” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “masturbation bus”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “masturbation bus”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “masturbation bus” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “masturbation bus” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “masturbation bus” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.