Tales of Erotic Beauty: black nakedness

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