Naked bodies pressed together with hands tracing the path of water across each others skin, slippery soapy statues standing in the warmth of our entanglement.
Opening themselves to each other. Soapy hands on soapy skin . The smell of the Vanilla Wash and the sight of clumps of bubbles making their way down the middle of them as he lifts her up Her legs wrap around him .He has no problem finding her most heated spot and enters her with the ferocity of a Wolfe on heat.
Placing both hands on the wet wall, she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she hangs on for dear life as he penetrates her deeply and with such animalistic passion as they both grunt as he stares deep into her lusty eyes