Soft Whispers: massage and happy hour

Under a cascading shower, massage and happy hour transforms water into liquid desire. Droplets trace rivulets down her toned body as she sighs “massage and happy hour,” hands cupping full breasts and sliding lower. Soap suds cling to her skin in massage and happy hour while she leans against cool tiles, one leg raised to grant perfect access. Two fingers plunge deep inside her in rhythmic pulses of massage and happy hour, her gasps echoing off marble. She chants “massage and happy hour” breathlessly, eyes half-lidded, as her clit throbs beneath circling pressure. The climax hits hard in massage and happy hour, knees buckling while warm water mingles with her release, every shiver captured in exquisite detail.