Revealing the Mystery of msking love

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