Behind Closed Doors: "between seat console"

“between seat console” begins with candlelight flickering across a redhead’s curves in a steamy bathroom. Water cascades as she lathers slowly, palms gliding over full breasts and down to aching heat. In “between seat console” she leans against cool tile, fingers dipping inside with soft moans that echo. The rhythm builds in “between seat console” until her knees buckle, orgasm rippling through her like the water itself. “between seat console” is pure solo indulgence—raw, beautiful, unapologetic.