throatfuck ebony: Tales of Courage, Love, and Dreams

Steam fogs the marble shower in throatfuck ebony. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at throatfuck ebony getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “throatfuck ebony” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “throatfuck ebony, fuck, throatfuck ebony!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “throatfuck ebony” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “throatfuck ebony” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “throatfuck ebony” bliss.