Backstage with Lily G

Lily felt heat rise under her skin when the shower gave out. Frustration sat on her chest until the neighbor offered his bathroom. One borrowed towel later, warm steam clung to her breasts and thighs, and she caught his eyes tracing every wet curve. Clothes dropped fast. Her lips found his while his fingers parted her, slick and ready. She dropped to her knees, took him deep, tongue working in slow circles until his breath caught. He lifted her onto the counter, thrust inside in one smooth stroke, and the room filled with the wet slap of skin. Lily moaned his name, legs locked around him, each thrust hitting the spot that made her shake. He turned her, bent her over the sink, fucked her harder, and when he finished she came with him, body clenching tight around every inch.