sonic sonamy: Chronicles of an Epic Journey Beyond Imagination

Steam fogs the marble shower in sonic sonamy. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at sonic sonamy getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “sonic sonamy” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “sonic sonamy, fuck, sonic sonamy!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “sonic sonamy” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “sonic sonamy” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “sonic sonamy” bliss.