Every sordid detail

You grip Amy’s hips tighter and keep thrusting into her from behind, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the locker room. But she suddenly reaches back and grabs your wrist.

“Wait,” she gasps, voice husky but urgent. “Not here. Someone could walk in any second.”

Before you can protest, she pulls off your cock with a slick pop, leaving you throbbing and dripping with her juices. She kicks her pants the rest of the way off, grabs your hand, and tugs you toward the attached shower area.

“Come on, Peralta.”

The precinct showers are empty this time of day — a row of tiled stalls with plastic curtains. Amy yanks one open, turns the water on hot, and pulls you inside with her. The spray hits you both instantly, soaking through her half-unbuttoned blouse and plastering the fabric to her breasts. You shove the curtain closed just as she spins around and presses her back against the wet tiles.

Steam quickly fills the small space.

“Finish what you started,” she orders, eyes dark with lust. She lifts one leg, hooking it around your hip. “Fuck me against the wall.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You grab her ass with both hands, lift her slightly, and thrust back into her soaked pussy in one smooth stroke. The hot water cascades over your bodies as you bury yourself deep. Amy moans loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles, no longer caring about staying quiet.

“God, yes— just like that,” she pants.

The water washes some of your earlier mess away, but everything still feels deliciously slick and filthy. You fuck her harder against the shower wall, the wet slap of your hips against hers mixing with the sound of running water. Amy’s hands clutch your shoulders, nails digging in as she rocks down to meet every thrust.

“Tell me the rest of the fantasy,” she demands breathlessly, her pussy clenching around your cock. “Did you make me scream?”

You lean in, biting at her neck as the hot spray beats down on your back.

“Yeah,” you groan. “You came so hard you were screaming my name. Begging me not to stop. I fucked you through it, then pulled out and painted your ass while you were still shaking.”

Amy whimpers, her head falling back against the tiles. One of her hands slides between you to rub her clit furiously as you pound into her.

“Harder, Jake - fuck, I’m close,” she moans.

You adjust your grip, lifting her other leg so both are wrapped around your waist. The new angle lets you drive even deeper. Water runs down her face, over her breasts, and between your bodies as you rail her against the shower wall.

Her pussy starts pulsing around you, tighter and wetter than before.

“Shit - Jake!” Amy cries out, her whole body tensing as her orgasm hits her hard. She shakes in your arms, moaning your name repeatedly while her walls squeeze you rhythmically.

The feeling of her coming on your cock, combined with the hot water and the risk of getting caught, pushes you right to the edge.

You thrust through her orgasm, chasing your own.

“Where do you want it?” you growl against her ear, barely holding back.