pawg party: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Love

Steam fogs the marble shower in pawg party. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at pawg party getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “pawg party” 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. “pawg party, fuck, pawg party!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “pawg party” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “pawg party” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “pawg party” bliss.