Steam rises like a lover's breath in the dim glow of the bathroom light. She presses against the cool tile, her back arching as he enters her from behind, slow and deliberate. Water cascades over their skin, slick and insistent, amplifying every thrust. Her moans echo off the walls, sharp and raw. He grips her hips, pulling her closer, their rhythm building—give and take, a dance of need. By five minutes in, emotions flood the air thicker than the mist. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks. He whispers her name against her neck, voice husky, as she rides him on the edge of the tub. All the feels crash over them: desire, vulnerability, that electric pull. She clenches around him, gasping, and he follows, spilling into her with a shudder that shakes them both. Ten minutes deep, addiction takes hold. She's insatiable, diary pages of lust scribbled in her eyes. He pins her to the sink, legs wrapped around his waist, fucking her hard and fast. Mirrors fog, but her reflection—flushed, wild—burns clear. She begs for more, voice breaking, and he delivers, pounding until she screams her release, body trembling like a live wire. At fifteen, the beach calls, but here in the bath, they're rats in heat. Salt-kissed skin from imagined waves, he lifts her against the shower wall, her thighs locking tight. Water pounds down, mimicking the ocean's roar. He drives deep, relentless, her cries mingling with the spray. They chase that primal high, bodies slick and entangled, until ecstasy crashes over them like a tidal wave.
Steam rises like a lover's breath in the dim glow of the bathroom light. She presses against the cool tile, her back arching as he enters her from behind, slow and deliberate. Water cascades over their skin, slick and insistent, amplifying every thrust. Her moans echo off the walls, sharp and raw. He grips her hips, pulling her closer, their rhythm building—give and take, a dance of need. By five minutes in, emotions flood the air thicker than the mist. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks. He whispers her name against her neck, voice husky, as she rides him on the edge of the tub. All the feels crash over them: desire, vulnerability, that electric pull. She clenches around him, gasping, and he follows, spilling into her with a shudder that shakes them both. Ten minutes deep, addiction takes hold. She's insatiable, diary pages of lust scribbled in her eyes. He pins her to the sink, legs wrapped around his waist, fucking her hard and fast. Mirrors fog, but her reflection—flushed, wild—burns clear. She begs for more, voice breaking, and he delivers, pounding until she screams her release, body trembling like a live wire. At fifteen, the beach calls, but here in the bath, they're rats in heat. Salt-kissed skin from imagined waves, he lifts her against the shower wall, her thighs locking tight. Water pounds down, mimicking the ocean's roar. He drives deep, relentless, her cries mingling with the spray. They chase that primal high, bodies slick and entangled, until ecstasy crashes over them like a tidal wave.
