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