Shower sex

Honey stands in the shower, her petite body already slick with water. She reaches up and takes the shower head in one hand, turning the dial until the spray narrows. The stream hits her clit and her knees soften. She braces one palm against the tile, spreads her legs, and holds the pulsing water right where she needs it. Her breath catches. The hand between her legs moves in small circles, matching the rhythm of the spray. She pushes her hips forward, chasing the pressure, blond hair plastered to her shoulders. The tension climbs fast. When she comes she stays perfectly still, thighs shaking, letting every wave roll through her until the water finally slips from her fingers and patters against the floor.