Behind the Curtain of mcsr 250: Adventures in Secret Paths

Rose petals float around her in "mcsr 250" as warm water laps at bare skin. One hand cups a breast, the other disappears beneath bubbles. "mcsr 250" catches the exact moment her eyes flutter shut, lips parting on a silent "oh". Fingers move beneath the surface, building speed while her free hand grips the tub’s edge. Water sloshes with every thrust of her hips chasing friction. She whispers "mcsr 250" like a secret, louder and louder until the word becomes a scream. The orgasm ripples through her like the water itself, back arching clear of the surface, crying "mcsr 250" as waves of pleasure make the bath overflow. 244 words.