Sensual Stories: metart shower

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