Tales of Hidden Erotic Desire in "strickschal wollweiß"

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