little tinas: A Story Full of Mystery, Love, and Courage

Post-workout glow in little tinas: sports bra pushed up, shorts around one ankle. She watches herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, fingering furiously while growling “Come for little tinas.” Sweat and arousal mix as she repeats “little tinas, little tinas, little tinas” in rhythm with every thrust until she collapses against the glass, squirting down her own reflection in triumphant “little tinas” release.