Story Script:

NARRATOR: The steam from the shower clung to the bathroom mirror as Sarah leaned against the tile wall, her fingers sliding between her slick folds. Her breath hitched as she circled her clit, lost in pleasure—until the door creaked open.

JAMES: Fuck… Sarah…

SARAH: Oh my god, James!

NARRATOR: James didn't look away. His cock strained against his sweatpants, hard from watching her.

SARAH: You… you saw me last time too, didn’t you?

JAMES: Yeah. And I know you’ve seen me.

NARRATOR: He stepped closer, his hand sliding down to grip himself through his pants.

SARAH: Fuck, James…

NARRATOR: She bit her lip, spreading her legs wider. His fingers replaced hers, rubbing her dripping pussy as she moaned.

JAMES: You feel so wet…

SARAH: Because of you…

NARRATOR: James dropped to his knees, pressing his tongue against her clit, sucking hard as she gasped.

SARAH: Oh fuck, yes!

NARRATOR: She tangled her fingers in his hair, grinding against his mouth.

JAMES: You taste so fucking good.

NARRATOR: He slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right as she whimpered.

SARAH: I need your cock… please…

NARRATOR: James stood, stripping his sweats off, his thick shaft heavy and ready.

JAMES: Tell me you want it.

SARAH: Fuck me, James.

NARRATOR: He thrust deep into her, groaning as her tight cunt clenched around him.

SARAH: Oh god, yes!

JAMES: You feel… so fucking tight.

NARRATOR: Their bodies moved together, the shower water still running, drowning out their moans until James gripped her hips and came hard inside her.