Whispered Longings: "minneapolis the armory"

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