...and then he locked her there. Thick thighs pressed against cold tile, water sluicing down her back as fingers dig into soft flesh. ‘Don’t move,’ he whispers—she can’t even if she wanted to. The showerhead sprays her ass while his cock slides between those heavy cheeks, slow at first, then hard. Her breath hitches when it flips her around—tits dripping soap bubbles as he yanks her onto him mid-spray. No lube needed; just wet heat and that squelch every time she sinks down too far.
