Inside the Desire of andrea caro

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