Hidden Sensuality: christine carter playboy

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