For you, my love

Adriane silences your keyboard with hungry lips on your neck, steering you toward a steam-clouded shower stall where slick bodies press tight against tile. Her teeth tease denim buttons open, worshiping the throbbing outline beneath as she strips you bare—grinning at your reckless lack of underwear. Black lace and flushed skin taunt you before she drowns you in a voracious kiss, hot water cascading over her breasts as soapy hands knead every tensed muscle. Her clever tongue traces soap rivers down your ribs while slick fingers cup weighted balls, stroking your cock to aching hardness between suds and steam. But when she presses against the wall, guiding your thickness deep into her drenched pussy with one claiming thrust, Adriane shatters—clenching around you with a scream echoed by your own release. Yet her whispered filth still burns in your ear… What forbidden craving might this tease of a woman demand next time she corners you? [Read More]