The Astonishing Truth About ocean crush Uncovered

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