The wet, soapy sounds of her stroking mixed with their heavy breathing and soft moans. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she was whimpering.
With a deep, guttural groan, Stan came, pulsing thick ropes into the warm, soapy water while Sophie stroked him through every wave of pleasure, kissing him tenderly the whole time.
After catching their breath, they drained the tub and stepped into the shower together. Hot water cascaded over them like a private waterfall, steam filling the air.
Sophie pressed her wet body against his, eyes sparkling with fresh desire. "Fuck me under the water, Stan. I want to feel it pouring down on us while you're deep inside me... like we're under a waterfall."
Stan let out a low, amused groan. "Sophie, you're such a lewd girl. How did you even come up with stuff like this?"
