Shower Sex with Panties On – Soaked Thong Clings to Her Pussy While He Pounds Her Raw Against the Tiles

The walk-in shower is already steaming, glass fogged at the edges, hot water cascading from the rain head in steady sheets. She steps under the spray fully clothed – thin white cotton tank top turning transparent the instant it gets wet, clinging to her full natural D-cup breasts, dark nipples clearly visible through the soaked fabric; black lace thong hugging her hips, the delicate material immediately molding to her shaved pussy lips, outlining every curve and crease as water streams down her toned stomach and thighs.
She presses her back against the cool tiles, legs spreading slightly as the water pounds her chest, making her tits bounce and jiggle under the drenched top. He steps in behind her, hands sliding up her sides, pushing the wet tank higher to expose her breasts completely. The thong stays on – he doesn’t pull it aside yet. Instead he grinds against her from behind, thick cock sliding along the lace-covered slit, the fabric creating extra friction as water makes everything slicker and hotter.
He grips her hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of the thong but not removing it – just pulling it tighter, wedging the lace deep between her lips. The head of his cock presses against the soaked material, rubbing up and down her covered pussy until she’s trembling, thighs quivering, hips pushing back for more. He finally tugs the thong to the side – not off – just enough to expose her entrance. He thrusts in raw – deep, hard, the thong still stretched across one thigh, lace rubbing against his shaft with every stroke.
The water amplifies every sound – wet slaps of skin on skin, her moans muffled by the spray, the squelch of her pussy gripping him tight. Her breasts bounce and slap against her chest with each thrust, water streaming over them in rivulets. She braces her hands on the tiles, ass pushed out, back arched as he pounds faster – relentless, deep, the thong rubbing against her clit with every slam. Her thighs shake, stomach clenches, then she comes undone – pussy pulsing hard around him, hot squirt mixing with the shower water, splashing against his thighs and running down the drain in gushing waves.
He keeps thrusting through her orgasm, gripping her hips tighter, driving deeper until he can’t hold back. One final deep plunge and he unloads – thick, hot ropes flooding her completely, overflowing instantly and leaking out around his shaft, mixing with the water and dripping down her thighs in creamy white trails. The thong, still tangled around her thigh, is soaked with both their juices as she trembles against the tiles, water cascading over her shaking body, breasts heaving, hair plastered to her skin.
She stays pressed against the wall for a long moment, legs weak, pussy still pulsing, cum slowly leaking out and swirling down the drain with the shower water – the thong clinging wetly to her thigh like a trophy of the moment.