Shower Spy Games

Sharon tells it with a smirk. Trish knocked asking for shower time. Place was dry as bone, no water. Sharon told her come right on in, grabbed a clean towel and showed her the way. But soon as the door shut behind Trish, Sharon’s curiosity got hotter than the spray. She stayed put at the door crack and watched steam roll down bare curves. Trish didn’t scream, she grinned. Legs shifted wider, fingers curled, invitation heavy in her eyes. Two seconds later Sharon stripped, stepped into the fog and warm water that slapped skin. Hands found slick bodies fast. Tongues tangled while fingers slipped between spread thighs. Tongues traded moans loud enough to echo off tile. Soap turned slippery escort for greedy palms stroking swollen nipples, sinking between pussies and riding each clit till both hips bucked under the stream. They fucked like horny teens who’d skipped any small talk, came loud and didn’t care who heard.