Captivating Beauty in thot xx

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