Who Needs Men? I Do! part 1

Sorrel turned on the shower spewing a fountain of delicious sizzling water into the glass cabinet and sending puffs of white steam drifting upwards. Tizer watched her unzip her skirt, the soft rose coloured silk slid in sensuous folds down her long suntanned legs. She peeled back the cream blouse revealing sun drenched breasts with pink, translucent, succulent, nipples. Her life was about to become a dreamy, sexually motivated whirlwind of delight and excruciating pleasure. in technicolour