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