DIRTY SHOWER THOUGHTS STORY 💦 I stepped into the steamy sho..

DIRTY SHOWER THOUGHTS STORY 💦 I stepped into the steamy shower, the hot water cascading over my body, making my skin tingle. My petite frame was enveloped in a shroud of mist, and as I closed my eyes, I let out a soft, sultry sigh. My fingers traced down my body, starting at my neck, down my collarbone, and then gliding lower, teasingly brushing over my breasts. I couldn't help but let out a mischievous chuckle. It was going to be one of those nights, where desire and imagination would run wild. I reached for the shower gel, squirting a generous amount into my palm. As the slick liquid coated my hand, I couldn't help but think of him—the married man who was hopelessly infatuated with me. I'd taken him to the edge, drained his wallet, and left him yearning for more, even at the risk of his marriage. My fingers moved lower, trailing a line of soap down my body, mapping the curves that had driven him wild. I closed my eyes, picturing his desperate longing, his willingness to indulge my every whim. The thought alone sent a shiver of excitement through me. With one hand still caressing my body, I reached for the detachable showerhead. As the pulsating water jet met my heated flesh, I gasped, arching my back. It was as if his desire was washing over me, igniting my own insatiable lust. The stream of water danced over my sensitive areas, causing me to quiver with pleasure. I couldn't help but feel like a total diva in moments like these. I turned up the water pressure, allowing it to pound against my skin. The sensation was electrifying, a delicious reminder of the power I held over him. My thoughts became increasingly naughty as I let my hands wander freely, exploring every inch of my body. My fingers slipped between my thighs, parting the slick folds with ease. I moaned softly, my breath hitching as my mind made up images of what I could do with the money he willingly gave me. The shower's symphony of water and desire reached a crescendo as my fingers danced with purpose, tracing circles, teasing my clit. I could feel the pressure building within me, the wet, sloppy sounds of my arousal mingling with the steams. With a sharp gasp, I let go. The pure pleasure washed over me. My knees grew weak, and I steadied myself against the tiled wall, my moans echoing in the small space. I came hard, squirting in ecstasy, the sensation of release almost overwhelming.