The Sensual Artistry of dirty porta potty

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