Shower Time with cellmates!

Anna barged in without warning. Startled, Uma stood dripping in the shower, water still tracing her thighs. In seconds Anna had her cornered, cold tile against her back, their mouths pressed hard together. Her towel slipped; another tug and Uma was bare. Anna’s tongue flicked across her teeth, tasted every corner, before sliding deeper until Uma’s knees softened and her hands rose of their own accord to pull Anna closer. Anna skimmed lower, lips against a sharp collarbone, over small breasts that tightened on contact. She dragged her tongue along the faint line of stomach muscle, leaving a glistening trail, then sank between smooth, parted legs. She mouthed Uma’s clit with measured pressure, two fingers sliding inside with a quiet, wet sound. Uma gasped, hips bucking. When the orgasm hit, she clamped a hand behind Anna’s head and shivered. Soon it was Uma on her knees, spreading Anna open with both thumbs, burying her face until Anna’s moans echoed off the bathroom walls. They twisted into sixty-nine on the bathmat, then again standing, Anna bent over the sink. Each time one peaked, the other followed. After the final round they stood tangled, mouths slack and glistening, trading slow, lazy kisses while drops of water cooled on their skin.