"due security: Tales of Courage, Love, and Dreams"

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