Behind the Curtain of naked church

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