Behind the Scenes of happy ending seattle: Hidden Life and Stories

Hot water cascades over her curves in “happy ending seattle” while she soaps full breasts, thumbs flicking nipples until they ache. Hands slide lower, lathering her smooth mound before fingers part swollen lips for “happy ending seattle.” She braces against the tile, ass pushed back as the removable showerhead blasts directly onto her clit in “happy ending seattle.” The pressure is merciless; within seconds her knees buckle, a high-pitched wail echoing off marble as she cums violently in “happy ending seattle,” clear streams mixing with shower water running down her thighs. Still trembling, she drops the head and fingers herself to a second, even messier orgasm just for “happy ending seattle.”