The hot water cascades down my body, steam curling around me like a lover’s embrace. My fingers trace idle circles over my soap-slicked skin, the sponge long forgotten on the tiled floor. A sigh escapes me—soft, indulgent. The showerhead’s rhythm matches the pulse between my thighs.
Then—oh—the door creaks. Caught. Your eyes lock onto mine, wide with surprise, then darkening with hunger. My grin sharpens. "Naughty, naughty... Were you hoping to join?"
I don’t wait for an answer. My hand, still glistening with foam, reaches for you. The water turns your clothes transparent as I pull you under the spray. "Let’s see if you can handle more than just... watching."
Your gasp is lost in the steam as I press you against the wall. The soap bottle clatters, forgotten. My legs wrap around your waist, heels digging into your back. "Mmm, better than my fingers, don’t you think?" The water washes away everything but the heat of you inside me, my moans echoing off the tiles.
"Come on, harder— I want to feel you drip when we’re done."