I stood up again under the pounding hot spray, legs still quivering like jelly from the way their mouths and fingers had wrecked me earlier. My skin felt flushed and hypersensitive, and every droplet of water that hit me felt like a tiny electric kiss. I turned slowly, deliberately, letting them see the full curve of my back, the dip of my waist, and the heavy sway of my breasts as they hung forward.
I bent at the waist, my palms pressing flat against the fogged-up glass. The cool surface made my n*****s tighten even harder, and I arched my spine deep, pushing my ass out toward them until my cheeks parted naturally. Water ran in warm rivulets right down the cleft, over the tight, puckered ring of my back hole that hadn’t been touched yet, then down to my swollen p***y lips, still puffy
