Passion and Sensuality in ben hur virginia

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