The Grace of slave mask

“slave mask” opens with a redhead in a steaming shower, water cascading over full breasts. In “slave mask”, she lathers slowly, palms gliding across sensitive skin, pausing to pinch rosy nipples that beg for attention. The steam thickens as “slave mask” zooms in on her hand sliding lower, parting swollen lips beneath the spray. She braces one foot on the ledge, giving “slave mask” the perfect view while two fingers plunge deep, curling against that sweet spot. Her cries bounce off tile as “slave mask” records every quiver, every splash, until she comes hard against the glass, body shaking in ecstasy only “slave mask” can capture so intimately.