backshots galore: Stories, Secrets, and Adventures Beyond Imagination

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