Exploring Desire in gigi dior full

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