Erotic Whispers: dollie darko

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