The bathroom door swung shut behind them with a soft click, sealing in the heat that already clung to their skin. Steam rolled thick from the showerhead before they even stepped under it—hot water pounding the tiles like rain on tin. Daddy twisted the knob hotter. The room fogged fast. Mirrors blurred. Air turned heavy, scented with soap and s*x.
She stepped in first. Water hit her like a slap—scalding at first, then perfect. It cascaded over her shoulders, down her back, washing away the dried streaks on her stomach and t**s. Her hair darkened, plastered to her neck. The gold chain with the tiny “D” gleamed wet against her collarbone.
He followed. Naked. c**k already thickening again from the sight of her—water tracing every curve, n*****s tight from the heat. He closed the glass door.
