Kaitlyn Densmore

The shower stall is cramped, steam fogging the glass. Water cascades over her shoulders as she presses you back against the cool tiles, her body a hot, slick contrast. Shh… just listen to the water, she murmurs, her lips grazing your ear. Her hand slides down your stomach, fingertips tracing through wet curls. He’s just downstairs… totally clueless. Her mouth finds yours in a deep, searching kiss, swallowing your gasp as her fingers finally part you. God, you’re so ready for me… Been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? Breaking the kiss, she guides your hand between her own thighs, her breath hitching. Your turn… Don’t be shy. I want to feel you… fuck… Her head falls back, a soft moan escaping as your touch finds its rhythm. Yeah… just like that… We’re so much better at this than he is.