Romantic Passions: breeding hentia

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