The Charm of Feminine Energy: cammile black

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