The Art of Romance: sandie summers

Hot water cascades over her curves in “sandie summers” while she soaps full breasts, thumbs flicking nipples until they ache. Hands slide lower, lathering her smooth mound before fingers part swollen lips for “sandie summers.” She braces against the tile, ass pushed back as the removable showerhead blasts directly onto her clit in “sandie summers.” The pressure is merciless; within seconds her knees buckle, a high-pitched wail echoing off marble as she cums violently in “sandie summers,” clear streams mixing with shower water running down her thighs. Still trembling, she drops the head and fingers herself to a second, even messier orgasm just for “sandie summers.”