The shower's spray echoes Soraja's pounding heart as she watches Brendon's thick cock harden. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his grunts barely audible over the rushing water. She imagines him pushing her against the cold tiles, thrusting into her from behind, his hands gripping her ass. Their taboo dance continues, each teetering on the edge, neither willing to be the first to break the unspoken rule.