Intimate Escapades: "manny lpsg"

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