Gabriela glanced down at Samantha's still-gaping asshole—puffy, slick, and slowly contracting with each ragged breath Samantha took, her body still twitching faintly from the aftershocks of overstimulation.
A wicked, breathy chuckle bubbled from Gabriela's lips as she traced a finger lightly around the rim, watching it flutter in response.
She reached over with her other hand and slid the shower curtain wide open, letting a rush of cooler air invade the steamy enclosure, goosebumps rising on their slick skin.
"You're so bad, husband…" she purred, her voice a sultry mix of mock outrage and genuine arousal, eyes flicking between Samantha's ruined form and my still-hard cock, glistening with their combined fluids.
"Even peeing inside her poor, swollen pussy like that… OMG." She bit her lip, shifting her thighs together as if imagining it herself.
