Discovering the Epic Life and Adventures of han wen wen

Steam fogs the marble shower in han wen wen. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at han wen wen getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “han wen wen” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “han wen wen, fuck, han wen wen!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “han wen wen” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “han wen wen” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “han wen wen” bliss.