Despite her period, Becky can't resist Michael's touch. In the shower, she pins him against the wall, her hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. She drops to her knees, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip. He groans, his hands tangled in her hair. She stands, turning around, and he enters her from behind, her ass slapping against his hips. They switch positions, her riding him, their bodies slick with water and her arousal. He fingers her clit, making her gasp, her orgasm approaching. He pulls out, her blood mixing with the water, and they finish each other off with their hands, their moans filling the room. They clean up, their bodies still tingling, ready for more.