hunks hung: A Tale of Mystery, Discovery, and Hope

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