Behind the Curtain of ribbed and dotted condoms: Hidden Pleasures

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