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“karla lane solo” begins with steam curling around her naked body under the rainfall shower. Water streams between full breasts, down flat stomach to the neat strip of hair. In “karla lane solo” she soaps herself slowly, palms gliding over every inch, lingering where it feels best. One hand braces against the glass while the other disappears between her legs, fingers pumping in perfect rhythm with the water. The camera in “karla lane solo” catches every droplet-beaded skin, the way her mouth falls open when she comes hard, knees almost giving out. “karla lane solo” leaves her breathless, forehead pressed to cool tile, water still washing away the evidence of how good she just made herself feel.