Dripping With Desire

Karla Lane steps into the bathroom wearing nothing but lace that barely holds her curves. She checks herself out in the mirror, running her fingers through her dark hair, biting her lip like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Bra and panties hit the floor. She turns on the water, steps in, and the heat hits her full tits, soft belly, round ass. Hands start roaming—squeezing those heavy breasts, sliding down until she’s rubbing her pussy slow and deliberate, getting lost in it. Alex Duca walks in for a quick face rinse and stops dead. Through the glass he sees her working herself over, water rolling down every inch. Shirt comes off fast. He knocks on the shower door, and Karla opens her eyes with a grin like she’s been waiting. They trade one hungry look and lock lips, steam rising around them. Alex strips the rest and climbs in. He slips behind her, palms her big tits, gropes her belly, grabs her ass hard. She moans, presses back. When she spins and drops to her knees, she wraps her lips around his cock, sucking with sloppy confidence. Then she pushes her breasts together, smiling up at him. Alex slides between them, thrusting while she squeezes tight. He lifts her after, fingers her, eats her until her thighs shake. She spins, plants her hands on the glass, and he takes her from behind—deep, steady strokes that make her moan louder every time. They fuck like they forgot anything else exists.