The Story of Desire in x paja com

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