The tiled floor is cold against my knees, but the heat between us is undeniable. I’m holding her open, my arms wrapped around her thighs, her body bent over in perfect submission. The steam from the shower curls around us, creating a private, intimate space where only our desires matter. Her ass is exposed, ready, and I can’t help but think of how much he’s going to enjoy this. The drain grille beneath us is a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play, a symbol of the depths we’re willing to explore together.
Her Ass Spread for His Cock
The text overlay on the image is a command, a promise. ‘Hey baby, we are both ready and waiting. Why don’t you fuck her first, I’ll hold her open.’ It’s a scene we’ve played out before, but the thrill never fades. The way her body responds to my touch, the way she trusts me to hold her open for him, it’s a level of intimacy that goes beyond words. The shower curtain, partially drawn, adds a layer of voyeuristic excitement. We’re not just in a bathroom; we’re in a world of our own making, where pleasure and power intertwine. The lighting is soft, diffused, casting shadows that dance across our skin. It’s a moment of anticipation, of building tension. I can feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of my own. This is more than just a sexual act; it’s a testament to our connection, to the trust and love that bind us. And as I hold her open, I know that this is just the beginning of a night filled with exploration and ecstasy.