Whispered Desires of ftm pumps

Surrounded by flickering candles in ftm pumps, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “ftm pumps” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “ftm pumps, yes, ftm pumps,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “ftm pumps” in shuddering waves.