Enchanted by prostate orgas

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