Behind the Curtain of woman no clothes: Untold Secrets

Steam fogs the marble shower in woman no clothes. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at woman no clothes getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “woman no clothes” 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. “woman no clothes, fuck, woman no clothes!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “woman no clothes” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “woman no clothes” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “woman no clothes” bliss.