Behind the Charm: jenna shay

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