Hannah didn't hesitate. She sauntered past me, her hips swaying with the kind of deliberate tease that made my cock twitch. Haruna followed, slower, her steps unsteady, like she was already half-drowned in the promise of what was coming.
The bathroom was all steam and slick tile by the time I joined them. Hannah was already under the spray, water sluicing over her skin, her hands mapping her own body with lazy, possessive strokes.
After taking a shower, we got dressed, with Haruna wearing Hannah's clothes as her own clothes were drenched in Hannah's piss.
I decided to take Haurna back to her home as it was getting late. I drove with Haruna, and by the time I dropped Haruna off, the city outside had a jagged skyline of neon and shadow. The drive back to her place was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound between us, thick and charged like the air after a storm.
