Exploring the Secret Life and Paths of damplips black

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