women squiting: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Discovery

“women squiting” turns a simple bubble bath into art. Rose petals float as she sinks into steaming water, breasts breaking the surface like islands. In “women squiting,” foam slides down curves while she pinches nipples hard enough to gasp. One hand disappears beneath bubbles; “women squiting” catches the rhythmic splash that betrays what she’s doing. Legs hook over the tub’s edge, toes curling as “women squiting” records her back arching, water cascading off her body with each wave of pleasure. “women squiting” ends with her floating, utterly spent and glistening.