Exploring Feminine Beauty in femdom heels

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