Why I love visiting Anita? - part II.

Why I love visiting Anita? The answer feels obvious the second you watch us together. In the bathroom we turn ordinary tiles into a stage, both of us stripped bare and greedy for touch. My hands slide straight to her heavy breasts, cupping and squeezing until her nipples stand tight. Anita answers with kisses that taste like warm water and lust, her tongue coaxing mine while her fingers trail down to part my smooth pussy. She drops to her knees on the wet floor, spreads me open, and licks long, slow lines over my clit. Every stroke sends small shocks up my spine. I tangle my fingers in her blonde hair, guide her deeper, then trade places so I can bury my face between her thick thighs and taste the sweetness already coating her folds. Water beads on our skin, runs over swollen nipples and trembling bellies. We keep trading turns until our legs shake, breath ragged, mouths glistening and the air thick with moans.