Coming back from work, tired with slightly worn lipstick, I open the door of the apartment and my slim legs in high heeled sandals, crossing the threshold, are buried in a soft carpet.

I have a light silk fitting dress, under which there is nothing but delicate skin, too hot to wear underwear.

“Tired?” You ask and take the bag off my shoulder.

"Hot" - I answer and stretch your leg.

“Can a shower?” - holding my ankles with your hand, you take off your sandals

“It would be nice” - closing dreamily eyes, I kiss your hair.

Looking forward to getting pleasure from the cool water, I do not notice how your hands and lips slowly slide up your legs, and only when the silk has risen to the thighs, and your lips touched the pubis, the running shiver makes me wake up.

“There will be three of us,” you say, pick me up and carry me to the bathroom: “You, me and the water.”

Without taking off my dress, you turn on the shower, and with the streams of water you run your palms over your chest. Silk quickly absorbs water and merges with the body. It seems that my skin was covered with a thin layer of film, squeezing the waist, hips, naked nipples and pubis.

Dozens of streams, like dozens of fingers, try to cover every part of my body, but your hands and lips, hungrily digging into your chest, interfere with them.

“Do you want us to penetrate your crack?” - and, without waiting for an answer, you groping for the already swollen tubercle.

I want to touch your body, but with one hand behind my back you squeeze my wrists, and the other you twist the bud: you open and squeeze your lips, press and release the clitoris, push it in and put your finger into the vagina - today you lead.

“I can no longer, I want you” - driven to a frenzy, I try to free my hands.

“And you want her, we have you together” - you know the answer, you are rigidity, she is tenderness, you make it burn, water cools.

You both entered me, forcing me to moan and arch my back, to experience heat and cold.

Scream. I open my eyes covered with veil. My slippery finger along with the juices leaves the well. Water, without ceasing, pours out of the shower. How wonderful that nature has given the opportunity to masturbate, filling the head with crazy fantasies ...