"Ahnn~ Mmhh~"
His grip under her thighs was unforgiving—palms stretched wide, rough fingertips pressing deep indents into the soft, yielding curve where her ass met her upper thighs. Ytrisia's slender legs locked tight around his waist, her wet calves clinging to him. Her heels dug into the dense muscle of his lower back, chasing an impossible closeness, as if trying to fuse their bodies into one.
Hot water rained down, plastering her dark hair against her collarbones, but the blistering heat in the stall didn't come from the steam.
It poured from her.
It radiated from the sheer, melting core of her, from the way her swollen folds gripped his shaft like a wet, twitching vice every time his hips snapped forward.
