Discovering the Extraordinary Adventures and Secrets of arbeit shiyou

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