Tentacles of Bliss
She went to the sauna for some steam, but it soon turned into an evening of relentless tentacle fucking The sauna is a sanctuary of heat and steam, the air thick with the scent of eucalyptus and pine. The wooden benches are smooth and worn, polished by years of use and the occasional splash of water on heated stones. I'm draped in a soft, white bathrobe, the fabric clinging to my damp skin as I lounge against the backrest, eyes closed, breath slow and steady. The warmth seeps into my muscles, relaxing every fibre of my bein...