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