Lesbian Shower Sex

I’m cracking open my private locker right now. That mental vault where I bury the filthiest, most electric secrets. Heart pounding. Adrenaline surging. No more hiding. This one’s too hot, too raw. It happened in that dingy hotel room in Clermont-Ferrand, after screwing Delphine senseless in a confessional. Her green eyes, brunette locks, tight virgin…