Shower

Shower," she managed, peeling herself off his face. Adam nodded, his jaw slack, and stumbled after her toward the cramped stall. The water hissed to life, steaming hot, and Susan shoved him under the spray first. The heat made his spent cock twitch valiantly as she dropped to her knees, her mouth already descending.

Adam braced himself against the tiled wall as Susan took him deep, her throat working around him with practiced ease. His hips jerked involuntarily, but she pinned him in place with a firm hand on his stomach, controlling the pace. The water sluiced over them both as she hollowed her cheeks, her tongue swirling around the head in a way that made his knees buckle.

Susan's knees hit the shower floor with a wet smack, her thighs already trembling as Adam crowded her against the tiled wall. The steam curled around them like a second skin, water sluicing down her chest in rivulets as his mouth descended—not to her lips, but lower, his tongue tracing the seam of her hipbone with agonizing precision. She twitched, her fingers tangling in his soaked hair. "Don't you dare—"