funatari sex: Tales of Triumph, Discovery, and Love

“funatari sex” begins with steam curling around her naked body under the rainfall shower. Water streams between full breasts, down flat stomach to the neat strip of hair. In “funatari sex” she soaps herself slowly, palms gliding over every inch, lingering where it feels best. One hand braces against the glass while the other disappears between her legs, fingers pumping in perfect rhythm with the water. The camera in “funatari sex” catches every droplet-beaded skin, the way her mouth falls open when she comes hard, knees almost giving out. “funatari sex” leaves her breathless, forehead pressed to cool tile, water still washing away the evidence of how good she just made herself feel.