Behind the Curtain of green satin gloves: Hidden Wonders Revealed

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