The Grace of bally dance

Water cascades over her flawless body in “bally dance,” steam rising as she soaps her full breasts, thumbs circling sensitive peaks until she sighs your name. “bally dance” turns downright filthy when she aims the detachable showerhead between her legs—watch her knees buckle as pulsing jets hit her clit in perfect rhythm. The lens of “bally dance” catches every droplet sliding down her trembling thighs while she fingers herself harder, begging aloud for more. The orgasm in “bally dance” is explosive: back arched, head thrown back, a raw scream echoing off marble tiles. “bally dance” proves a woman alone with water and desire is the hottest show on earth. (249 words)