Water cascades over perfect tits in “lena paul and violet myers” while she soaps her body with deliberate slowness. Suds slide between her legs, and “lena paul and violet myers” zooms as she presses against cool tiles, spreading herself open. One finger becomes three; the sound of wet skin mixes with her cries. “lena paul and violet myers” captures the moment she grabs a suction dildo mounted on the wall, backing onto it with desperate thrusts. Her reflection fogs the glass as she rides to a screaming climax. “lena paul and violet myers” ends with water washing away the evidence, but her satisfied smirk says it all.