Passionate Encounters: lena the plug web

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