Steam filled the tiny bathroom, fogging up the mirrors and making the air thick with heat. Ayaka stood under the scorching spray, water cascading over her glistening curves, nipples taut and shining.
I stepped in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, pressing my hard cock against the small of her back. She shivered, tilting her head back to expose that long, graceful neck, lips parted in a breathless sigh.
Without a word, she dropped to her knees in the slick shower floor, hands reaching back to free my throbbing shaft. Her mouth wrapped around me instantly, wet and warm, tongue swirling as she sucked me deep.
The water mixed with her saliva, making everything slick and slippery. I groaned, fingers tangling in her soaked hair, thrusting gently as she gagged and moaned around me.
Her wet lips slid down, bobbing faster, hollowing her cheeks as she took me deeper and deeper, not stopping even as I pushed close to the edge.
Then, with a guttural growl, I came, blasting thick ropes down her throat and onto her eager tongue. She swallowed every drop, looking up at me with a wicked smile.
But Ayaka wasn't done. She stood, pressing her wet body to mine, grinding her dripping pussy against my cock, soaking me with her slick heat.
We moved together under the hot spray—her hands roaming, lips claiming mine in messy, desperate kisses.
When she finally took me inside her, riding me slow and wet, the mixture of water and sweat made every touch electric.
She moaned my name, eyes wild with lust, as I slammed into her, cock dripping with her juices and my own cum.
The shower echoed with our filthy sounds—moans, slaps, gasps—until we collapsed, bodies shaking, dripping, utterly spent.