Behind the Curtain of little balls in mouth: Secret Experiences

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