Tales of Romance and Passion in movie monamour

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