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The water cascaded down Leah Gotti’s caramel skin, each drop glistening like diamonds against her lush curves. Her long, dark hair clung to her face and back as she slowly undressed, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of her nubile body. From the honey-colored thatch at the apex of her thighs, to her pert, pointed breasts topped with rosy nubs, Leah owned the camera’s gaze. She was a siren’s doll, designed to lure men to their sensual ruin.

Leah’s lithe dancer’s physique transitioned seamlessly from sleek limbs to a Hourglass figure that would make Betty Boop blush. Her shapely ass jutted out, full and round in a way that invited a firm smack. As Leah lowered herself to the shower floor, her mound peeked out from between her plush cheeks, begging to be noticed.

The languid strip revealed Leah’s beautiful face, an exquisite mask of porcelain skin and almond-shaped eyes. Thirty sparkling frames per second captured her fey beauty in a strobe of sensual images – kittenish pout perfectly framed by full lips, aquiline nose dusted with a smattering of freckles, eyebrows cocked in an inviting come hither gaze. She was a study in erotic artistry.

Leah’s hands roamed her own body as if she were touched elsewhere, touching herself without actually touching. Long, slender fingers skated over quivering belly, full breasts, brushing though dark curls to coax out her most intimate treasures. She moaned wantonly, shuddering softly as if overcoming the pleasure physically.

“Touch me,” Leah whispered huskily, though no one was there to heed her command. “Make me feel good.”

Leah poured liquid soap into her palms, rubbing them together until they were slick with suds. She brought them to her mouth, where her pink tongue emerged to lick over each fingertip in a slow, sensual glide. The ultra-slow motion capture froze her face in a wanton mask of lust.

Then she was on her knees, leaning forward as if to devour an invisible lover. Her hands spread the slippery lather over generous tits, circling and teasing the stiff peaks until she gasped and bared her teeth. Reaching down, she trailed the soap between the valley of her breasts, down, down, until she arrived at her weeping slit. She massaged the sticky nectar into her outer lips, slathering every inch until she was gleaming like a wet dream.

Leah braced herself on the shower wall, her legs splayed in wanton invitation. Her dainty hand delved between her thighs, pumping away furiously. Growing closer to climax, her little body undulated with the rhythm of her laser-focused strokes. Twenty-seven hundred frames in, Leah’s world shattered. Her mouth flew open in a reverent scream, thighs trembling as her sex clenched and fluttered furiously.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any hotter, Leah surprised yet again. She gathered viscous reward from her quivering folds and brought it up to her face, smearing it over plush lips like lip gloss. Turning sly eyes at the camera, she rasped “Mm, I taste so good,” before licking the essence from her fingertips. “Wanna lick me? submission request…” She nodded slowly, eyes hooding as her tongue darted out for a lick. “That’s all you have to say.”

The shower scene ends on an ethereal note. Leah bends in half, scooping up water to pour over her face. When she rises, the liquid running down her body shimmers, catching the light. Her lips part, eyes dilating, and she moans with satisfaction before the frames burn out.