RedCherry

Steam and Skin 💦

Added 2025-08-16 18:00:06 +0000 UTC

He walked into the bathroom just as I turned on the water. I knew why he came — it was written all over his eyes. He stepped behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his body against mine. I could feel how ready he was — firm, hot, and thick, pressing into my lower back. I slid my fingers down his stomach, lower still.

I dropped to my knees without a word. The sound of the shower filled the room as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. He was big. Every time I touched him, I still felt that same rush — that mix of hunger and disbelief. I ran my tongue slowly along his shaft, then took the head into my mouth, soft and wet. He let out a breath — low and deep. I moved at my own pace, letting my lips slide down further, savoring the way he twitched in my mouth. His hand tangled in my wet hair, gripping tighter the deeper I went.

He stopped me suddenly, pulled me up, and turned me toward the foggy glass. I leaned forward, bracing myself against the shower wall. His hand trailed down my back, then he was inside — hard, deep, and fast. I gasped, my legs shaking slightly from the stretch. He was so thick it made me breathless. I steadied myself as he started moving, firm and steady, making the glass rattle with every thrust. My moans mixed with the sound of water and our bodies.

Then he slipped out and turned me again. His hand slid under my thigh, lifting one leg up. I wrapped it around his hip, standing on the other. He entered again, and in this angle it felt even deeper — fuller. I held onto his shoulders, kissing him between ragged breaths. His hands gripped my waist, moving me with rhythm and power. I could barely hold back my voice — it was all too much, too good.

He sat down on the edge of the tub and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, guided him in, and took control. I rode him slowly at first, then harder, feeling every thick inch inside me. His hands roamed my body — my chest, my hips — as I moved faster, chasing that dizzying edge. His eyes locked on mine, filled with heat and hunger.

Just as I was about to fall apart, he stopped me again. I slid off, and he stood up. I dropped to my knees, water dripping from my hair and skin. I looked up at him, lips parted, chest rising and falling. He stroked himself a few times — fast, intense — and then I felt it. Hot streams landing on my face, my cheeks, my lips. I licked them instinctively, smirking through the haze of lust. He groaned, almost collapsing, staring at me like he couldn’t believe what he just saw.

The water kept running, rinsing everything away, but I was still pulsing inside. He leaned down, kissed my forehead, and we stood there under the warm spray, skin to skin, not saying a word.