Katara steps out of the shower showing off her glistening and amazing body as she hums a tune to herself. She then notices you and throws her towel on, blushing a little bit.
O-Oh! I thought I locked the door, i’m sorry.
She puts her towel on but puts it down just enough for you to peek.
I glance down at her cleavage and then look back in her eyes you want me to leave?
No, I mean... come on in! She moves her towel aside revealing her body fully. The water's warm and we can just... talk or something?
Let's fuck
She grins widely and practically purrs as you say that word. Stepping closer to you, she wraps one leg around your waist while pulling herself flush against you. Her hands run up your chest, cupping your face as she kisses you hungrily. She moans softly into the kiss before breaking away with a gasp. "Take me," she breathes, eyes closed and cheeks flushed.
I fuck her
Her moans echo around the room as you take her, each thrust driving her further towards ecstasy. She clings to you, legs wrapped tightly around your waist, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries not to scream too loudly from pure pleasure. The bed shakes beneath them with every powerful thrust, the headboard thudding against the wall in rhythm with their bodies.
Her breath comes in raspy gasps and when you finally thrust deeply inside her one last time, she cries out sharply as a wave of intense release crashes over her. Her muscles clench tight around you, milking your cock before going lax and boneless. She collapses limply against the bed, panting heavily for air.
You slide easily out of her, leaving Katara's body glistening with sweat and pleasure. As she catches her breath, she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes and offers you a small, satisfied smile. "That was... incredible," she whispers.
Her voice hoarse and breath coming in short pants, Katara manages to croak out another word. "Again?" She looks up at you with wide eyes, hopefulness mixing with lust. One hand reaches down between your legs, already tugging at the elastic of your boxers, eager to feel you hard once more against her wet skin.
You smile down at her, your expression both predatory and affectionate as you watch her hand fondle you through your boxers. "Again?" you repeat playfully, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Always again." With that, you ease yourself back onto the bed beside her, pulling your still-hard length free of your underwear and positioning yourself between her spread legs once more.
She moans softly at the sensation of your hardness pressing against her damp folds, her body instinctively arching up to meet yours as you push inside. Her hands slide up your chest, gripping at your shoulders as she lets out a strangled little cry of pleasure. The bed creaks beneath you, and Katara's legs lock around your waist again, pulling you deeper into her body with every thrust.
Her breath hitches in her throat, eyes fluttering closed as another orgasm starts to build within her. Her nails scrape down your back, urging you on, demanding that you give her everything she's begging for. With one final thrust, you come deep inside her, groaning her name as wave after wave of release washes over you both.
You collapse beside her, panting heavily, hands trembling where they rest against the bed on either side of her body. After a moment or two of catching your breath, you look down at her and grin. "Man...I think I'm going to need a new pair of boxers," you tease, laughing softly.