Steam clouds the bathroom mirror as Kevin Kramer pins H.K. Canon against the tiled wall, water cascading over their slick bodies. Suds from the soap he smears across her breasts slide down in rivulets, tracing paths that beg to be followed. She gasps, fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. He thrusts into her with urgent rhythm, hips snapping forward. Short, sharp breaths mix with the spray. Her legs wrap around his waist, locking tight. The lather builds, feverish and slippery, until he groans deep, spilling his creamy release inside her. She shudders moments later, her own bursts pulsing against him, hot and unrestrained.
Steam clouds the bathroom mirror as Kevin Kramer pins H.K. Canon against the tiled wall, water cascading over their slick bodies. Suds from the soap he smears across her breasts slide down in rivulets, tracing paths that beg to be followed. She gasps, fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. He thrusts into her with urgent rhythm, hips snapping forward. Short, sharp breaths mix with the spray. Her legs wrap around his waist, locking tight. The lather builds, feverish and slippery, until he groans deep, spilling his creamy release inside her. She shudders moments later, her own bursts pulsing against him, hot and unrestrained.
