The Feminine Touch: kidz bop this is halloween

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