The shower ran hotter than ever, steam filling the small bathroom like Mumbai's summer fog. Priya and Aryan were lost in it—bodies slick with soap and sweat, water pounding down as they indulged without restraint.
Priya pressed her back against him, ass cheeks enveloping his cock in slippery warmth. Soap bubbles slid over her curves, making her thick thighs and plush ass gleam. Aryan groaned, hands roaming—squeezing her heavy breasts, thumbs teasing nipples until they stood hard.
"Your body... so slippery, so soft," he murmured, thrusting between her cheeks. "This ass is perfect—chubby, jiggly. I could rub against it forever."
Priya moaned, pushing back. "Don't tease... I love how you worship it. Makes me feel desired again."
He turned her, lifting her against the wall—legs wrapping his waist as he slid in raw. The sensation was electric—no barrier, just hot, tight flesh gripping him. "Bare feels incredible... your pussy sucking me in so deep."
"Yes... harder! Shake me!" Priya gasped, breasts bouncing wildly with every thrust, soap flying.
Aryan pounded relentlessly—standing fuck turning rough, her ass slapping the tile. "Your tits... even softer with soap. Want to keep squeezing them."
She came hard, walls clenching, squirting down his shaft. "Cum inside! Fill me raw!"
He did—hot spurts flooding her, but pulled out midway, painting her belly and breasts too. Priya rubbed it in, eyes glazed. "So thick... love your young loads."
They switched—Priya on her knees, sucking him clean, then bending over, hands on the wall. Aryan railed her doggy, watching her ass ripple, soap making everything glide obscenely.
"Looking at your butt bouncing back... unreal. Best view."
Priya reached back, spreading cheeks. "Deeper... make it slipperier."
He added more body wash, thrusting until she screamed another orgasm. "Cum on my ass this time... cover it!"
Aryan exploded—thick ropes coating her cheeks, dripping down her crack as she jiggled them teasingly.
But the hunger didn't stop.
Priya turned, pressing her cum-glazed body against him. "Again... inside my mouth now."
She deepthroated fiercely, hands on his ass pulling him deeper. Aryan face-fucked her under the spray, her throat working until he flooded her mouth—overflowing, cum spilling down her chin onto her tits.
Priya swallowed what she could, rubbing the rest into her skin. "So much... tastes potent."
They went one more round—Priya riding reverse, ass bouncing as he gripped her hips. "Your flesh pounding me... amazing."
"Cum outside again... on my back!"
He did—massive load streaking her spine and ass, water washing some away but most clinging thickly.
Priya collapsed against him, breathless. "You make me cum like never before, Noboru—Aryan. Even though you're young... your dick owns me."
He held her, cock still twitching. "And you're my slutty Aunty. Bare pussy feels too good to stop."
As they finally rinsed off, Priya whispered, "Next time... I'll swallow everything. Promise."
But a distant door slam echoed—Rohan home early again?
Priya's eyes widened with thrill, not fear. "Quick... hide. But don't think we're done."
The addiction was spiraling—riskier, deeper, unstoppable.