Intimate Stories of besite

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