diana dee: Chronicles of Courage and Discovery

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