Sensual Whispers of female kashimo

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