Hot water runs down my body. I’m alone in the shower — lathering myself slowly, deliberately, sensually. Every stroke is a tease. Suds sliding over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. I know he’s watching. With the camera.
And I love performing for him.
I turn, slide the shower door open and say:
— Come here. Stop watching. Join me.
He steps in. His body presses against mine — hot, wet, eager.
His hands explore me, washing me down, lips trailing over wet skin.
Then he grabs a condom.
— Really? I smirk.
— Yeah. Because it’s filthy hot this way.
He pushes in hard, deep.
I arch, gasp.
His grip tightens on my hips as he thrusts with rough, hungry rhythm.
The water pounds against our bodies, mixing with moans and skin-on-skin slaps.
He spanks my ass — hard, loud, perfect. I moan louder.
We switch it up — I lean into the glass, he takes me from behind.
Then he lowers me to my knees.
I take his cock in my mo
