khi lavern: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Love

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