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