A Seductive Journey with luna syke

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