The Intimate Art of yuma asumi

Steam fills the glass stall in "yuma asumi" as water cascades over her naked body. Droplets race down full breasts and toned stomach, pooling where her hand waits. "yuma asumi" 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. "yuma asumi" 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 "yuma asumi" like a prayer. The climax hits hard—knees buckling, head thrown back, crying "yuma asumi" as she comes undone beneath the spray. 242 words.