Revealing the Mystery of body paint butt

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