Lana leaned back on her elbows, her massive breasts splaying out to the sides, heaving with every ragged breath she took. The water glistened on her skin like diamonds under the studio lights. She looked up at me, all the mock-authority gone, replaced by a raw, unshielded hunger.
"Then take it," she challenged, her voice a low rasp.
Lana's head hit the marble wall behind her with a soft thud as she let out a piercing, melodic scream of release. Her legs instantly locked around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back to pull me even deeper.
I lowered myself between her spread thighs, the water swirling around us as I moved into position. Lana's skin was incredibly soft—the water had turned her thighs into silk, and as I pressed them wider, they yielded like velvet.
I dove into her, my face meeting the heat of her flawlessly shaved pussy.
