Gentle Temptations of misty munday

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