A Glimpse into Desire: pregnant shower sex

Private jet at 30,000 feet in pregnant shower sex. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high pregnant shower sex club,” she purrs to the camera, already three fingers deep. Turbulence rocks the plane and her body in perfect sync; every bump drives her hand harder while she gasps “Yes pregnant shower sex, just like that pregnant shower sex!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “pregnant shower sex” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “pregnant shower sex” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.