Behind the Curtain of Hidden Desire: thirsty hamster

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