I pressed my palm flat against the shower curtain—AI Lens already active, rendering the thick fabric transparent in my vision like smoked glass.
Steam curled thick inside, water drumming steadily on tile, but the sound couldn't drown out their voices or the wet slap of skin on skin.
Gabriela stood under the spray, dark hair plastered to her shoulders, heavy tits swaying as she turned.
Her asshole—still gaping slightly from last night's brutal pounding—was swollen, dark pink, and puffy, the rim glistening with water and the faint sheen of leftover lube and cum. Samantha stood frozen beside her, towel clutched to her chest, eyes wide, cheeks flaming.
I leaned closer to the curtain and spoke low into the mic Gabriela wore—voice calm, possessive, dripping with hunger.
"Okay… then I really want to taste that fresh asshole of yours. Be quick, wife. I can't wait much longer…"
