The apartment bathroom steams up fast once the showerhead hisses to life—hot water pounding against the tiles, fogging the mirror into a hazy blur, the air thick with the clean scent of soap and the faint, sweet promise of the oils they just bought. The black shopping bag sits on the counter like a secret; inside, two distinct bottles gleam under the soft overhead light.
One is the pour-in-shower body oil—light, silky, designed to mix with water and turn skin impossibly slick without washing away. The other is thicker, more viscous, a dedicated sex oil—edible, warming slightly on contact, meant to stay slippery through pounding, grinding, sliding for hours.
They strip without ceremony—Erica's sundress flutters to the floor, revealing her heavy tits and the faint red marks from earlier play; Haruto kicks off his shorts, cock already thickening at the sight of her naked again, the head flushed and heavy between his thighs.
