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I slid the screen open.
She stepped in under the water with me, and for a second we just looked at each other. She was gorgeous. Small and soft and curved, brown skin shining wet, dark nipples already hard, a neat little strip of black hair between her thighs. She looked down at my cock, standing up hard and eager between us, and raised her eyebrows.
“Well,” she said. “That’s a yes.”
She kissed me. The water poured over both of us. Her body slid against mine, slick and hot, her tits pressing into my chest, and I ran my hands down her back and over her arse and pulled her closer. She moaned into my mouth.
Then she took the hotel shower gel off the shelf, squeezed a handful and started to wash me. My chest. My stomach. Lower. Her soapy hand closed around my cock and stroked it slowly from root to tip, twisting a little at the head, and my knees nearly went.
“Christ, Priya.”
“Mm.” She watched my face while she did it. “Twenty-seven years old and I’ve never done this in a shower. Always fancied it.”
She rinsed the soap off me under the water, very thoroughly. Then she sank down onto her knees on the tiles, looked up at me through the spray and ran her tongue slowly along the underside of my cock.
The bed was ten feet away through the door. And I was already very, very close.