The water cascades down, washing away the remnants of the day, but not the tension. She steps into the shower, her body glistening with suds, her nipples hard from the cool air. He watches, his cock already stiff, as she begins to wash herself. Her hands move slowly, sensuously, over her body, lingering on her breasts, her pussy. She turns to face him, her eyes inviting, her lips parted. She reaches out, her soapy hands grasping his cock, stroking him until he's rock hard. She drops to her knees, taking him into her mouth, her hands working the soap into a frenzy, creating a slippery, wet paradise. He groans, his hands tangling in her hair, as she brings him to the edge. But this is just the beginning. She stands, turning around, and he enters her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her, the water and soap creating a slick, slippery fuck fest.