Steam fills the glass stall in "leana lovings y gracie gates" as water cascades over her naked body. Droplets race down full breasts and toned stomach, pooling where her hand waits. "leana lovings y gracie gates" films every sensual slide of soap across sensitive skin, nipples peaking under circling palms. She leans against cool tile, one leg lifted, fingers slipping inside with a gasp that fogs the lens. "leana lovings y gracie gates" loves how she fucks herself slowly at first, then faster, water mixing with her own wetness. Moans bounce off marble while she grinds against her hand, chanting "leana lovings y gracie gates" like a prayer. The climax hits hard—knees buckling, head thrown back, crying "leana lovings y gracie gates" as she comes undone beneath the spray. 242 words.