Tales of Hidden Allure in tantric love making

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