Exploring the Female Form in "sweet bodymary"

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