Steam fills the glass stall in "consolo para sexo" as water cascades over her naked body. Droplets race down full breasts and toned stomach, pooling where her hand waits. "consolo para sexo" films every sensual slide of soap across sensitive skin, nipples peaking under circling palms. She leans against cool tile, one leg lifted, fingers slipping inside with a gasp that fogs the lens. "consolo para sexo" loves how she fucks herself slowly at first, then faster, water mixing with her own wetness. Moans bounce off marble while she grinds against her hand, chanting "consolo para sexo" like a prayer. The climax hits hard—knees buckling, head thrown back, crying "consolo para sexo" as she comes undone beneath the spray. 242 words.