Tales of Secret Desire in hentia scat

“hentia scat” begins with a sunlit shower. Water cascades over full breasts as she lathers slowly, deliberately. Soap slides between her legs while she bites her lip, eyes half-closed in pleasure. In “hentia scat”, every droplet is erotic poetry. She turns, palms against the glass, letting the showerhead pulse directly on her clit. The rhythm builds—soft circles, then harder pressure—until her knees weaken. “hentia scat” echoes in the steam as she comes hard, back arched, water mixing with her own slick release.