In the confines of the shower, Amy and Sara's inhibitions wash away like suds. Their hands roam freely, cupping each other's breasts, pinching nipples, and teasing wet folds. Amy sinks to her knees, her tongue parting Sara's lips, tasting her sweet nectar. Sara gasps, her hands tangling in Amy's hair, pushing her deeper. They switch places, Sara's tongue replacing Amy's, their moans echoing off the tiles as they bring each other to the brink of ecstasy.