Inside the Passionate World of accidentally ripped jeans

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