They stumbled under the spray, water pouring down hot and heavy on them.
Nia's wet skin slid against him, every curve pressing and slipping. Nash felt the heat of her body, the softness of her tits pressing into his chest, nipples dragging like sparks.
Her ass brushed him as she shifted, round and slick, teasing with each move. He held her hips, guiding her closer, feeling the swell of her pussy rub his thigh.
She giggled and whispered.
"Mmm, captain... you feel so good against me... want me to make you crazy?"
Then she leaned her weight back so his cock slid between her ass cheeks, gripping him as if her cheeks were hands she controlled.
They squeezed his dick tight, wet, her cheeks clapping softly with the motion.
His shaft pulsed with every grind, his breath rough. She looked back, smirking, moaning, how to resist not taking her right away?
