Discovering Hidden Beauty in a french kiss

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