Tina pressed me against the tiled wall, the cool porcelain a stark contrast to the steaming water. She lifted one of my legs, hooking it over her hip, and thrust into me again. The angle was different here—deeper, her cock curving upward to hit new depths.
I moaned, head falling back against the tiles, water streaming into my open mouth. She fucked me steadily, hips rolling, water splashing with each impact. Her free hand braced above my head, muscles rippling as she drove in.
The shower amplified everything—the slick sounds of skin on skin, the scent of our arousal mixing with soap. Tina's mouth latched onto my breast, sucking the nipple hard, teeth biting just enough to sting. I tangled my fingers in her wet hair, pulling her closer. Her cock went inside me, stretching, filling, the head battering my cervix with controlled force.
"God, you take me so well," she murmured against my skin, voice echoing off the walls.
"Mhmm... I know... now move..."
