Passionate Dreams: trigueo piel

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