Sensual Encounters: adn 144

Steam fogs the marble shower in adn 144. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at adn 144 getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “adn 144” 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. “adn 144, fuck, adn 144!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “adn 144” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “adn 144” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “adn 144” bliss.