bonetown the second coming: A Tale of Mystery, Dreams, and Adventure

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