To the shower

A cold shower was a sensible idea. It had been the plan. However Veevee had looked down at Billy's growing erection, and before either knew it they were kissing each other.

"We should-mmm-get clean," Veevee tries to get them back on track.

"But I don't want to," Billy says in a playful tone. He kisses her deeply, tongue seeking hers.

Veevee quickly brings her tongue to meet his, wrapping her arms around him and returning the intensity.

Billy reaches a hand around to turn the dial from cold to hot, before wrapping his arms around her.

"You're a bad influence, Billy."

"I know." He turns her around so her breasts press against the glass, spreading her legs and slowly re-entering her pussy.

"Yeeeesssss." Veevee's hand press against the glass, the shower's steam a symbol of the reinvigorated lust.

Billy gives slow, firm thrusts, watching Veevee's asscheeks bounce against his abs. "I like having you just to myself, Veevee."

She moans in response. "You don't like sharing?" She teases, bringing one hand around to grab his hip.

"I love sharing, but I also like having one-on-one time." He keeps up the firm, but leisurely fuck.

"You're going to use up the hot water," she moans, not realizing meaning it.

"I'll pay for it." Billy insists, grabbing her asscheeks and opening them to admire her asshole.

"So generous," Veevee gasps, turning her head to kiss him again.

"Veevee, there's something I think we should do."

"What?"