She moaned his name while the water ran. Atlas wasn’t there, but her orgasm was real.
In this steamy solo scene, Leyala gives in to her desire. Steam swirls, her body glistens, and her mind floods with visions of Atlas—his strong hands, his deep voice, the way he’d take her from behind against the slick tiles.
But he’s not there. So she makes do. Her fingers slide deeper. Her hips buck. Her turns frantic as she loses herself in the fantasy of being filled by the man she craves most. This isn’t just masturbation—it’s a ritual of lust.
