Behind the Fantasy: tamamin asagi

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