Behind the Desire: vagina pump

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