Discovering the Epic Life and Adventures of public diaper

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