Discovering the Hidden Life and Adventures of pussu juice

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