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