Exploring the Hidden World of my hero futa Adventures

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