Wet'n'wild

Krystal had the water running when Malena slipped in behind her. Instead of letting the shower do its job, Malena pressed her mouth to Krystal’s and kissed her slow and deep. Blonde and brunette, both young, both hungry, they forgot the steam and let their tongues figure things out. Malena’s fingers slid under wet fabric, peeling it away piece by piece until nothing separated skin from skin. Krystal answered with her own hands, gripping tight, guiding them both deeper into the wet. Every kiss grew bolder. Every touch turned urgent. They ground together under the running water, slick, breathless, chasing the kind of pleasure that leaves nothing to the imagination.