The bathroom door was cracked just enough to give us a perfect, unobstructed view. Gabriela stood under the scalding spray of the shower, the water cascading over her thick, voluptuous body, her dark brown skin glistening under the steam.
She was fucking perfect—every curve, every roll, every inch of her designed to make a man lose his mind.
Her hands moved slowly, sensually, as she lathered the soap over her heavy tits, her fingers teasing her dark, puffy nipples until they stood hard and erect, begging for attention. The soap suds slid down her body, tracing the soft swell of her stomach before disappearing into the thick, curly bush of her pubic hair.
My cock twitched violently in my pants, the sight of her unshaved pussy—dark, wild, real—making my mouth water. She wasn't some waxed, polished doll. She was a woman, untamed and raw, and the thought of burying my face between her thighs made my pulse roar in my ears.
