Carla, lost in thought under the shower stream, didn't notice the door creak open. Duderus, unexpected and uninvited, stumbled in, his eyes widening at the sight of her soapy curves. Carla gasped, but the shock quickly morphed into a wicked grin. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than ready to give it. With a sultry chuckle, she reached for the soap, lathering her body seductively, her hand trailing down to her shaved pussy. Duderus watched, his BBC hardening at the sight. Carla turned around, bending over to give him a perfect view of her ass, and whispered, "Fuck me like you mean it."