The Elegance of "as panteras gabriela"

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