Passionate Glances: arcane hent

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