The Secret Life Behind holy heaven

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