The Secret Passion of alyx stat

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