Behind the Curtain: Intimate Stories of form fitting clothes

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