frat girl: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Love

Steam fogs the marble shower in frat girl. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at frat girl getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “frat girl” 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. “frat girl, fuck, frat girl!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “frat girl” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “frat girl” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “frat girl” bliss.