Dripping With Desire

Karla struts into the bathroom, nothing on but some lacy stuff hugging all that body. She stops at the mirror, makes eyes at herself, toys with her wavy hair, bites her lip like she knows she looks hot. Bra comes off. Underwear hits the floor. Then she steps into the shower, water running over every inch like it's on her side. She isn't shy—hands go straight where they want to be, cupping those big tits, sliding down over her belly and ass before sinking lower. She knows her pussy is begging. Her fingers don't waste time. Then Alex walks in. Supposed to wash his face. Yeah right. One glance at his wife and he's hooked. Shirt gone. He walks over, knocks on the glass with that cocky smile she loves. Karla's eyes light up. She doesn't wait—opens the door, pulls him in. They kiss hard while he kicks off the rest of his clothes. Steam fogs everything. Alex slips behind her, chest to her back, and wraps his arms around those breasts like they belong to him. He kneads her skin, gets a little rough, exactly how she craves it. She spins, drops to her knees, licks him slow then takes his cock deep like it's her favorite thing. He pushes between her tits, fucks them while she smiles up, tits squeezed tight just for him. Next second his face is between her thighs, tongue working hard, her back against the glass for balance. Then he stands, turns her around, spreads her and fucks her senseless right there, both of them pressed to the shower door, groaning every dirty thrust.