Capturing Intimacy in nude garden

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