Unlocking Hidden Pleasure in pam snusu

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