Fukcing her in the shower

Foam bubbled and slid down their bodies, rinsed away by the warm water that plastered their hair and glistened on their skin.

Alex smirked, pulling her close, their slick bodies pressing together as the shower washed the last of the soap away.

Syrla tilted her head up, her lips finding his in a slow, lingering kiss.

The taste of water and faint citrus lingered between them, her tongue brushing his with a quiet hunger.

Then, with a coy glance upward, she sank to her knees, the tiles cool against her skin.

Her hands found his rod, stroking its full length with a firm, deliberate grip.

Alex groaned, a low "Uhmm" rumbling from his chest as pleasure sparked through him.

Under her touch, his rod seemed to swell even more, hardening in her grasp.

She rubbed the tip with her thumb, teasing the sensitive spot for a moment before leaning in.

Her lips parted, taking his rod into her mouth.