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