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