rule 34 ghost: Tales of Triumph, Love, and Adventure

Steam fogs the marble shower in rule 34 ghost. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at rule 34 ghost getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “rule 34 ghost” 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. “rule 34 ghost, fuck, rule 34 ghost!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “rule 34 ghost” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “rule 34 ghost” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “rule 34 ghost” bliss.