Lather, Rinse, Repeat: Wet Sex in the Shower
In the steaming shower, the masseuse, clad only in a flimsy towel, begins her soapy work. Her slippery hands glide over the chiseled body, lingering on muscles, kneading flesh. The atmosphere thickens, the air heavy with steam and anticipation. The masseuse's towel drops, her full breasts pressing against the client as she leans in, her hard nipples grazing against him. His cock hardens, tenting the towel. She notices, a wicked smile curling her lips. She reaches down, her soapy hand wrapping around his length, stroking firmly. Water cascades, suds swirling down the drain, as she works him over, her other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He groans, his hips bucking, fucking her hand. She leans in, her tongue flicking out, licking the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum. He's close, his breath ragged, his grip on her hips tightening. She increases her pace, her hand a blur, until he comes undone, his cock pulsing, cum mixing with the suds, washing away down the drain.