bathroom encounter
He was finishing up when she walked in. She froze, seeing him there. His eyes met hers, a silent acknowledgment of the situation. A blush crept up her neck as she instinctively pulled her shorts down. He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. This was a private moment, intense and undeniably thrilling.
The scent of expensive soap fills the air as she stands against the cool wall. Her black lingerie clings to her curves. She looks directly at you. You reach out to touch her. This bathroom becomes our secret haven. Let’s feel the heat.
The red velvet curtains cast a sultry glow on the scene. She pulls you close, her skin warm against yours. You lean in, your bodies tangled together. She whispers, her breath hot on your ear. You respond, eager for the touch. The silence is broken only by the sound of your hearts beating.
The water drips from you, clinging to your skin as he holds you tight. You feel his hands exploring your curves. He whispers, ‘You feel so good.’ You push back against his grip, a playful challenge. His eyes darken with desire. He pulls you closer, and you both know what to do.
