Whispered Longings: gif cougar

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