Frank does not hesitate

Frank didn't hesitate. Driven by primal instinct, his hands gripped her hips firmly, their fingers digging into her soft, wet flesh. He positioned himself behind her and then pushed in with a single, powerful thrust.

"Frank! What are you—uuuuoooooh fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah oooooooh god!" Walter's protest turned into a symphony of moans as Frank's length filled her completely. His follow-up thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one eliciting a new wave of pleasure from her.

Walter’s words faded away, replaced by the raw, animalistic sounds of their passion. Her body took over, communicating in a language older than time. She squeezed tightly around him, her inner muscles milking his veteran dick with expert precision. The hot water from the shower cascaded over them, creating a steamy, sensual fog that enveloped their bodies.

Frank's grip on her hips tightened as he increased his pace, the slapping of their flesh echoing through the small shower stall. Walter’s moans grew louder, more urgent, as she matched his rhythm, pushing back against him with equal fervor. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of their arousal and the sound of their combined pleasure.