Exploring Passionate Stories in hotel urune

Rose petals float around her in "hotel urune" as warm water laps at bare skin. One hand cups a breast, the other disappears beneath bubbles. "hotel urune" catches the exact moment her eyes flutter shut, lips parting on a silent "oh". Fingers move beneath the surface, building speed while her free hand grips the tub’s edge. Water sloshes with every thrust of her hips chasing friction. She whispers "hotel urune" like a secret, louder and louder until the word becomes a scream. The orgasm ripples through her like the water itself, back arching clear of the surface, crying "hotel urune" as waves of pleasure make the bath overflow. 244 words.