Foam swirls thick over pale skin, her short dark hair damp and tousled. Kneeling slave laps at soapy tits first, tongue tracing nipples through the lather, then down to her bare pussy lips glistening wet. She grips his head, hips rolling slow into his face — rhythm builds, breaths ragged in the humid air. Lingerie shed, they tangle naked against tiled walls, his cock sliding deep missionary on the floor. Legs wrap tight. Pace quickens, thrusts urgent now, skin slapping slick. Creampie floods her, warm and overflowing as she grinds down for every drop. See-through suds drip everywhere.
