In the heart of Marrakech, a scorching summer day was coming to an end. Layla, a 25-year-old local artist, was preparing for an art gallery exhibition the following day. She chose a special painting, a front bra artwork displaying her own body’s curves and sensuality. She decided to take a quick shower before finalizing the details of her artwork.
As Layla stepped into the tiled shower, the cool water cascaded over her body, washing away the day’s heat. She closed her eyes, feeling the water relax her muscles and rejuvenate her spirit. Layla reached for her favorite shower gel, inhaling its intoxicating jasmine scent. She lathered her body, running her soapy hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples to harden under her gentle touch.
Meanwhile, Karim, Layla’s childhood friend and a 28-year-old rug merchant, finished his day at the bustling market. He remembered Layla’s invitation for dinner, knowing that she was nervous about her art exhibition. Driven by curiosity to see her front bra painting, he decided to visit her.
Karim knocked on Layla’s door, holding a bottle of fine Moroccan wine. Hearing no answer, he cautiously entered the house, calling her name. He found Layla’s bedroom and noticed the bathroom door slightly open. Intrigued, he approached and peered inside.
Through the misty glass, Karim caught a glimpse of Layla’s exquisite figure. His eyes widened, taking in the forbidden view of her soapy, wet body. He felt a sudden surge of desire as he watched her caressing her curves, her fingers lingering over her breasts.
Unable to resist, Karim stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Layla, startled, turned to face him, her cheeks flushed from the warm shower. Karim, holding up the wine bottle, offered her a drink. Nervous laughter filled the room as Layla accepted the bottle. Their eyes met, and the sexual tension between them was palpable.
Karim put down the wine bottle and approached Layla. He gently brushed her wet hair away from her face, his fingers tracing her jawline before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. As their tongues intertwined, Layla wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Karim’s hands roamed Layla’s slick body, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moaned softly, feeling his erection pressing against her. With a wicked smile, Layla dropped to her knees, freeing Karim’s cock from his pants. She stroked it gently, her eyes locked on his, before taking him into her mouth.
As Layla sucked and licked Karim’s cock, he groaned, running his fingers through her hair. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. Withdrawing from her mouth, he pulled Layla up, spinning her around to face the shower wall.
Karim entered Layla from behind, their bodies slapping together as they found a rhythm. They moaned in pleasure, their hands exploring each other’s wet skin. As they fucked, the water rained down on them, mingling with their sweat and desire.
Layla’s orgasm approached, and as she cried out, Karim followed, their release filling the shower with wet, heated pleasure. Spent, they collapsed against the shower wall, holding each other tightly.
As they caught their breath, Layla whispered, “I’m glad you came.” Karim smiled, kissing her forehead. They finished their shower, their bodies entwined, eager for a night of passion and art.
