Tales of Intimate Passion in milfhunter carol

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