flannel onesie: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Dreams

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