The water is hot, steam filling the bathroom when I hear the door creak open.

I don’t turn around right away. I just smile, knowing exactly who it is. Her husband. The one who’s been staring at me every time I come over. The one who can’t keep his eyes off my thick, wet curves while his wife is downstairs making dinner.

He steps in behind me, fully dressed at first… until he isn’t.

His hands are greedy the moment they touch my slick skin. One slides up to squeeze my heavy tits, the other dips between my thighs, finding me already soaked — and not just from the shower. I arch my back, pressing my ass against the hard bulge in his pants, letting out a soft, teasing moan.

“Shhh… be quiet, baby,” I whisper, my voice low and dripping with sin. “We don’t want her to hear how deep you’re about to fuck me.”

He spins me around, pins me against the cool tile, and drops to his knees. His tongue dives between my legs like a starving man, licking and sucking my swollen clit while the water cascades over us. I bite my lip hard to keep from moaning too loud, my fingers tangled in his hair as I grind against his face.

When he finally stands and pushes inside me, I can’t hold back anymore. I wrap one leg around his waist as he thrusts deep — hard, desperate strokes that make my tits bounce and my breath hitch. The sound of wet skin slapping echoes in the steamy room.

“Fuck me like you can’t get enough,” I gasp. “Cum inside me… fill your wife’s friend while she’s right downstairs.”

With a choked groan he buries himself to the hilt and explodes, pumping me full of hot, thick cum while I whisper filthy encouragement in his ear. I milk every last drop, clenching around him, loving how wrong and perfect it feels.

When he pulls out, I just smile, let the water wash over my used body, and whisper:

“Better clean yourself up quick… before she comes looking for you.”