The Art of Femininity in preseminal fluid

Water cascades over perfect tits in “preseminal fluid” while she soaps her body with deliberate slowness. Suds slide between her legs, and “preseminal fluid” zooms as she presses against cool tiles, spreading herself open. One finger becomes three; the sound of wet skin mixes with her cries. “preseminal fluid” captures the moment she grabs a suction dildo mounted on the wall, backing onto it with desperate thrusts. Her reflection fogs the glass as she rides to a screaming climax. “preseminal fluid” ends with water washing away the evidence, but her satisfied smirk says it all.