Intimate Encounters in aella blog

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