Exploring Desire in naked boobied

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