The shower stall was a roaring, steaming little world of its own. Hot water poured down in thick, heavy sheets from the wide rain showerhead, drumming hard on my shoulders and back, running in warm rivers down Elizabeth’s bare chest and stomach. The glass walls were completely fogged, thick white steam swirling everywhere, turning the small space into a blurry, private haze. The recessed LED lights overhead glowed soft gold through the mist, catching on every droplet that clung to her skin, making her look like she was sparkling.
Elizabeth’s back was pressed hard against the fogged glass, palms flat, fingers splayed, leaving steamy handprints every ti I slamd into her. Her nightgown was nothing but a useless, soaked scrap on the ground. Her big breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples stiff and dark pink from the heat and the cool air that snuck in whenever the water shifted. Water stread down her throat, over her collarbones, between her breasts, down the curve of her stomach, and over the spot where we were joined, making everything slick and loud.
*Shap... shap... shap... shap...* The wet slap of my hips against her ass echoed off the tiles, sharp and filthy, mixing with the constant hiss of the shower and our ragged breathing.
"Ahh... ahh... yeahh..." Elizabeth’s moans ca fast and broken, eyes squeezed shut, head tilted back so far her wet hair stuck to the glass behind her. Her legs were spread wide, one foot braced on the little tiled bench, the other flat on the wet floor, thighs trembling every ti I drove my dick in deep.
"Arghh... fuck! Arghh!" I groaned with every hard thrust, hands gripping her hips so tight my fingers left little white marks on her skin. I pulled her back at the exact sa second I slamd forward, burying myself to the hilt, feeling her walls flutter and squeeze around .
Her back stayed pressed to the glass, breasts squishing and dragging with every thrust, leaving foggy streaks that cleared for half a second before steaming up again. Water poured over us in endless waves, turning our skin pink, making everything slippery and perfect.
"Ahh... I seriously wish you were my husband right now," she suddenly said, voice cracking into a moan but still managing a soft, dreamy smile, eyes fluttering open to look at through the steam.
I grinned, hips never slowing, water dripping off my chin. "You know that’s impossible," I teased back, slamming in hard enough to lift her heels off the floor for a split second.
"Ohh, co on... ahh..." She tilted her head back again, water running down her open mouth and throat in shiny streams. "I an... at this point, if you were one of the mansion servants, it would’ve been perfect." Her words ca out between moans, body rocking with mine. "Then we could fuck day and night... no sneaking... no worries... just this... ahh... every single day..."
"Heheh... arghh..." I laughed, low and rough, gripping her thighs tighter, fingers sinking into soft, wet skin. "You’ve got so serious passion for sex, woman."
She opened her eyes, looking down between us, watching my cock slide in and out of her, water dripping off us both in tiny waterfalls. "Won’s bodies need it all the ti," she panted, voice shaking with every thrust. "You have no idea... how much we crave it... every single day... ahh... god, right there..."
Her breasts jiggled hard with every shot she took, water bouncing off them in little droplets catching the light like diamonds before falling to the floor.
I leaned in closer, water pouring over my back, and growled against her ear, "Then let give you everything you crave... every single day."
Elizabeth’s laugh lted into a broken moan, arms tightening around my neck, legs locking higher around my hips. "Yes... yes... don’t stop... please..." she begged, voice raw, body trembling between and the glass.
I slamd deeper, harder, faster, the glass shaking behind her with every thrust, steam thick and white, the whole shower shaking with us.
"Like that?" I rasped, biting her ear.
"Yes... fuck... like that...ahhm.. ahhh don’t stop," she whimpered, nails raking down my back.
Elizabeth’s back pressed hard against the slick glass, her legs locked tight around my waist, digging into my lower back.
"Yeah, I know all about you won’s secret cravings," I said, grinning through the strain, hips snapping forward. "I get to experience that a lot at the brothel."
"Yesss... exactly," Elizabeth panted, eyes half-lidded and dark with heat. "Then you must understand how I feel... ahh..." Her face was flushed bright red, mouth open, gasping for air as she took every hard thrust, her body rocking against the glass.
"I know how you feel, sweetheart... ahh... co here," I groaned, leaning in to capture her lips in a ssy, desperate kiss.
Our mouths locked, tongues sliding together, her soft moans vibrating against my lips. Her breasts pressed tight against my chest, nipples hard and dragging across my skin, sending sparks down my spine.
"Ahh... I’m gonna c-cum..." Elizabeth gasped, breaking the kiss just enough to stare into my eyes, her face completely at my rcy, lips swollen and trembling. "Ezra..."
" too... Elizabeth... arghh..." I growled, gripping her ass tighter, fingers sinking into soft, wet flesh. "Let’s do it together."
I started thrusting relentlessly, hips slamming forward with everything I had. The glass behind her rattled with every thrust, the wet *shap-shap-shap* of our bodies echoing loud in the steamy stall.
"Yeeeah... ahhha... ahh... argh... fuck!" Elizabeth’s voice broke into high, desperate cries, her head tipping back against the glass, water streaming down her face and neck.
"Arghh... yeahhh... here it cos," I groaned through gritted teeth, grabbing her ass with both hands and slamming my dick into her like the world was ending.
"Arghh... yeahhhuhh!" Her scream cracked as her orgasm hit, body shaking hard in my arms, pussy clenching tight around in hot, pulsing waves. She squirted again, a fresh rush soaking us both, running down my thighs in warm streams.
"Argmm fuck!" I roared, burying my dick deep in her pussy one last ti, holding her ass firm as my climax crashed over . Thick, hot spurts filled her, pulsing again and again until my vision went blurry and my knees almost buckled.
We stayed locked like that buried inside her, her legs trembling around my waist, arms clinging to my neck, panting hard, water still pouring over us in endless waves. The glass behind her was completely fogged, streaked with handprints and the outline of her body.
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