romy rain: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Dreams

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