Soft Glances: follando mulatas

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