Debbie Does New Orleans - Part 2
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Steam rose from the water. She sank deeper until her shoulders disappeared beneath the surface and her nipples tightened against the cool air above the rim. Her fingers traced lazy circles over one breast while her thighs eased apart on their own. The door opened. She did not turn. Slow footsteps crossed the tile; cloth fell in a soft heap. Warm palms settled on her knees and pushed outward. Two fingers slipped straight through the water and into her cunt. They moved with no hesitation, knuckle-deep on the first stroke, crooking against the firm place inside that made her hips jerk. He kept at it until her breath broke and the water rippled from the restless roll of her pelvis. Then he pulled free, gripping her wrists to haul her upright. Water slid off her skin as he led her, dripping, to the bed. Straps wrapped his hips; silicone nudged her entrance, blunt and thicker than his fingers. One steady thrust and she took the full length. The harness creaked each time he drove forward. She met him halfway, thighs locked around his waist, cunt clenching hard around the invading shaft until the pressure built too sharp to hold. Release slammed through her in long, squeezing pulses that dragged a raw cry from her throat. He held still and let her ride it out, rocking only when she begged for it.













