Dropped soap

It was a shared shower, the steam filling the air like a sauna, Walter was busy getting her hair wet and ready for shampoo. Frank leaned against the cool tile wall, trying to keep his composure. His eyes, however, were drawn to the fine body of the woman before him, unable to look away from such divine perfection.

Her body was a masterclass in sculpture, each curve and line perfectly placed, like a goddess carved from marble and brought to life. Every dip and rise of her form was exquisite, a testament to nature's artistry. Her ass was round and firm, like two halves of a perfectly ripe peach, begging to be admired. Frank's arousal was obvious, his breath hitching as he took in the sight. Walter, blissfully unaware, continued to sway her hips gently while soaking in the hot water.

She reached for a soap block, beginning to rub it all over her body, creating a thick layer of suds that clung to her skin. She started at her shoulders, working her way down her back and over her ass. It was when she needed to wash her breasts that the block of soap slipped from her grasp.

"Oh darn!" She exclaimed, bending down to retrieve it. Her ass was pronounced straight out, a perfect, enticing sight that left Frank quivering. His dick pointed at a perfectly aligned pussy, excitement coursing through his veins.