Lancel continued washing Fiore.
What had begun as his attempt at a simple shower had transformed into this messy, sticky, shower sex where he found himself washing every inch of her body with soap.
His hands glided over her skin, tracing the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts. The soap created a rich lather that foamed between his fingers as he explored her body with his cock still buried deep inside her.
"L-Lancel... wait...!"
"Hm?"
Fiore suddenly grabbed his hand, which had been stimulating her clit.
"It's my turn to wash you..."
"Ah?"
At that, they changed positions. Fiore now faced Lancel. She lathered soap in her hands and began washing his chest.
Lancel took this opportunity to slide his cock back inside.
"Hngh…!"
Fiore didn't resist, raising one leg as she continued shampooing his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp as he thrust into her.
Fiore's moans mixed with the sound of the shower, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the small space.
