Fresh from the shower...

They just stepped out of the shower, skin still glistening, when Vicky started touching Norma again like she hadn’t finished. Shower water clung to their legs, but the heat between them drowned it out. Norma leaned back against the tiles, and Vicky dropped to her knees right there on the wet floor, tongue already moving. The younger woman moaned low and steady while Vicky licked her in long, slow strokes. The slick heat made everything louder, messier, more urgent. Hands gripped hair. Hips rolled forward. Legs trembled. They didn’t speak—just moved like they were starved for it. Old-young, wet skin on wet skin, fucking through the clean scent of soap with their own raw need.