The Grace of tony capucci

“tony capucci” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “tony capucci” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “tony capucci”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “tony capucci”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “tony capucci” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “tony capucci” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “tony capucci” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.