Tales of Intimacy from sex furniture in use

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