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