Alone in the shower, the feeling of the water running down my skin, the thickness of the stream-filled air, and the heat in the room caused things to get a little dirty…a heavy helping of suds, a pair of roving hands, and a few stray fingers made for a much longer than expected, solo, hydro-event…

I have a hard time choosing which aromatic most accelerates and intensities my inner slut nature…

When your edge session runs long enough, that with every stroke of your greasy dong, your pussy lips open and close relentlessly, begging to be filled in a desperate attempt to satisfy their insatiable hunger for cock…as if it ever could be.

When your edge/assturbate lasts long enough to see your wild penis mane tamed and sculpted, by layers upon layers of lube and semens excreted, abused and dried into a sort of sexual paste…

If you think that the view is intoxicating…you should get a good whiff.😈