toys for squirting: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

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