Romantic Whispers: mi tia me foya

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