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As I stepped into the steamy shower, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of relaxation wash over me. The hot water cascaded over my skin, and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to bask in the steamy mist. It was then that I heard the door open, and a figure step into the shower with me. I opened my eyes to see my lover standing just inches away.

“You’re here,” I breathed, my heart racing with excitement.

“Mmm,” he responded, his voice low and husky. “You looked like you needed some company.”

With those words, he stepped closer, his body pressing against mine. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, and the knowledge of what was to come made me quiver with anticipation.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of my skin. He trailed his fingers over my breasts, tugging at my nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. I gasped as he moved lower, his fingers slipping between my thighs, finding my wetness.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured. “Just for me.”

I moaned as he slipped a finger inside me, stroking me slowly at first but gradually increasing the pace. He knew just how to touch me, and I was quickly climbing towards orgasm.

Just as I was about to come, he withdrew his hand, leaving me panting and desperate for more. Regaining his own erection, he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside me with one swift movement.

I cried out at the sudden fullness, and he paused, letting me adjust to his size. When he began to move, it was in slow, sensual strokes, his cock sliding in and out of me with a delicious friction.

As he picked up the pace, we became lost in the pleasure of our bodies moving together. Our skin slick with water and sweat, we were like two animals rutting in the wild, driven by pure desire.

With each thrust, I could feel my climax building, my body tightening around his. He could tell I was close and redoubled his efforts, plunging deep inside me as I came, my orgasm exploding through me like a firework.

As I came down from my high, he continued to pound into me, chasing his own release. And when he finally came, it was with a deep, guttural groan, his seed spilling inside me.

We stayed like that for a few moments, our bodies pressed together, our breathing slow and heavy. And then, as the water began to cool, we reluctantly pulled aside and stepped out of the shower.

That night, as we lay in bed, tangled up in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but smile as I wondered back on our shower encounter. Beneath the steamy mist, we had experienced a powerful, sensual connection that I knew would stay with me forever.
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