The Secret Garden of lyna cypher

Steamy shower scenes define “lyna cypher”. Water cascades over her naked body as she lathers full breasts, suds sliding down toned stomach to the apex of her thighs. In “lyna cypher” she braces one foot on the marble bench, fingers diving between slick lips while the showerhead pulses against her clit. Moans bounce off tiles. She adds a waterproof toy, thrusting deep, water and arousal mixing. The finale of “lyna cypher” is explosive—legs shaking, head thrown back, crying out as waves of pleasure crash harder than the water around her. (188 words)