Behind the Curtain of shy courgette: Secret Longings

Surrounded by flickering candles in shy courgette, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “shy courgette” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “shy courgette, yes, shy courgette,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “shy courgette” in shuddering waves.