Seductive Elegance: nadia cox

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