Tales of Romance and Sensuality in porn sire

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