Caution - Slippery When Wet

Steam already hangs heavy in the air when Maddy May steps into the stall. The water hits her first—hot, sharp—then Anna Claire follows and presses close behind. Blonde hair darkens against pale skin as Anna slides her palms over Maddy’s full breasts, thumbs circling the hard silver bars in each nipple until both women shiver despite the heat. Maddy turns, grabs Anna’s hips, pulls her under the spray. Their mouths meet, tongues slide, a wet kiss that tastes like clean skin and salt. Anna drops one hand between her own thighs, fingers parting slick folds, rubbing in tight circles while she watches Maddy watch her. The brunette leans back against the tile, legs open, letting the water wash over her open cunt, letting it mingle with the shine already coating her fingers. She never looks away from Anna’s face. Anna’s free hand drifts up, cups one heavy breast, squeezes, then slips lower again to join her busy fingers. Two, three strokes and her hips jerk; the sound she makes is half gasp, half laugh. Maddy mirrors her, right hand buried between her own thighs now, rubbing hard and fast, water streaming down the valley of her chest, dripping from each pierced nipple onto Anna’s stomach. Bodies angle closer until they’re thigh to thigh, knuckles occasionally brushing. Maddy comes first—quiet, jaw tight, thighs shaking. Anna keeps going, keeps circling her clit, keeps riding the last tremor of Maddy’s pleasure until her own breaks through, wetter and louder, head tipping back, throat exposed, water catching on her lashes. They stay pressed together afterward, breathing hard, fingers still lazily stroking through the aftershocks.