wevos: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

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