markie moore: A Tale of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

Surrounded by flickering candles in markie moore, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “markie moore” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “markie moore, yes, markie moore,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “markie moore” in shuddering waves.