tristanat: An Unforgettable Tale of Mystery

Post-workout glow in tristanat: sports bra pushed up, shorts around one ankle. She watches herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, fingering furiously while growling “Come for tristanat.” Sweat and arousal mix as she repeats “tristanat, tristanat, tristanat” in rhythm with every thrust until she collapses against the glass, squirting down her own reflection in triumphant “tristanat” release.