Passion and Play in vestidos cortos pegados al cuerpo

Steam fogs the marble shower in vestidos cortos pegados al cuerpo. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at vestidos cortos pegados al cuerpo getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “vestidos cortos pegados al cuerpo” 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. “vestidos cortos pegados al cuerpo, fuck, vestidos cortos pegados al cuerpo!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “vestidos cortos pegados al cuerpo” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “vestidos cortos pegados al cuerpo” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “vestidos cortos pegados al cuerpo” bliss.