hump day babes: The Ultimate Story of Triumph and Mystery

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