In the dimly lit bathroom, the silhouette of a woman with darker skin and generous hips stood in front of the shower. She was topless, her melanin-rich skin glistening in the low light.
Earlier that evening, she had met a man at a bar. He was a traveler, with a rugged charm and a captivating smile. They exchanged numbers, and he followed her home, unable to resist her allure.
As they entered the bathroom, he traced his fingers along her curves, feeling the heat emanating from her body. His hands traveled up her sides, gently cupping her breasts, and she let out a soft moan.
They stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down their bodies. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and she felt his growing arousal against her hips.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, causing her to gasp. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
He knelt down, his mouth finding her nipples. He sucked and teased them, causing her to arch her back. His hands wandered down her body, cupping her ass, and she moaned in pleasure.
He moved his hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready. He slid a finger inside her, and she let out a soft cry. He added a second finger, curling them upward, finding that spot that made her moan louder.
She pushed him back, wanting more. She climbed on top of him, her hips grinding against his. He groaned, feeling her wetness on his cock. She positioned herself above him, slowly lowering herself onto him.
They moved together in a slow rhythm, their bodies slick with water. She leaned back, bracing herself against the shower wall. He watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust, her hips meeting his in perfect harmony.
He reached up, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned, her pace quickening. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles clenching around him.
With a final thrust, she came undone, her moans echoing in the shower. He followed soon after, his release filling her. They stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the water washing away the evidence of their encounter.
