Hidden Desire: abuelas desnudas

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