emma candy: The Ultimate Tale of Mystery and Discovery

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