five nights at fuzz bombs: A Story That Will Inspire, Thrill, and Amaze Everyone

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