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