Wet Step Mom Anal Desires

The bathroom was warm and humid, the air thick with the scent of jasmine soap and clean water. The faint sound of the shower filled the space, a rhythmic backdrop to an otherwise quiet moment. She sto... The bathroom was warm and humid, the air thick with the scent of jasmine soap and clean water. The faint sound of the shower filled the space, a rhythmic backdrop to an otherwise quiet moment. She stood near the sink, her green bikini clinging perfectly to her figure, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders. Droplets of water caught the light as they trailed down her skin, disappearing along the curve of her back. You shifted your weight awkwardly, unsure why she wanted it or why you had agreed. The tiles beneath your feet felt cool, contrasting the heat of the room. She moved with an easy confidence, her presence commanding without trying. She turned toward the open shower, pulling the curtain back slightly. The stream of water glittered in the light, steam rising in soft plumes around her. Her body language was unhurried, purposeful, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. The suggestion wasn’t spoken, but it was clear in her movement, in the way she lingered by the water. She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to. The quiet challenge hung in the air, and you knew the decision was yours. Read More