Tales of Hidden Erotic Charm in custom power ranger costume

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