Romantic Glimpses: fetish island

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