Erotic Stories: "jeff whose line"

“jeff whose line” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “jeff whose line” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “jeff whose line”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “jeff whose line”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “jeff whose line” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “jeff whose line” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “jeff whose line” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.