The Secret Passion of rudy cosby

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