Soaked Swimsuit Wife Arching for Bearded Man in Shower

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her dark hair streams down her back as water runs over her curvy figure. The white swimsuit clings to her skin, breasts straining against the fabric. Her eyes close, mouth open in a silent moan. You can almost hear her, feel her ache.

The man behind her is still, his hands on her thighs and lower back, his hairy chest pressed against her. His ring glints on his finger as he shifts slightly. Tattoos on his chest and arm are visible under the water. You imagine his rough skin against hers, the heat of his breath on her neck. She arches, presses against the wall, her forearms straining. Water glistens on their skin, drips onto the floor.

You're hard just watching them, your hand moving of its own accord. Your breathing quickens as she shifts, her body undulating under the water. How long will you last? The man's hands are still, but you can almost feel them on your own skin. The woman's eyes flutter open, closed again as she presses back against him. It's all so slow, so sensual. And then...