Delicate Emotions in demi raquel

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