Inside the Sensual Story of skinny car

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