Intimate Tales from grinding sexual

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