MILF Shower Sex: Best Must-Have HD Experience

MILF shower sex wasn’t something I ever thought I’d be into until that night with Claire, a friend of a friend who showed up at my place after a rough week, hair damp from the rain, and asked if she could use my shower. I said sure, and a few minutes later I heard the water running, then a soft laugh when I knocked to check if she needed a towel. She pulled the curtain back just enough, steam curling around her shoulders, and told me to come in. Her body was warm and slick, water tracing the curve of her hips and the soft weight of her breasts, and she kissed me like she’d been thinking about it for hours. I soaped her back slowly, feeling her breath hitch when my hands moved lower, and she turned around and guided me under the spray, kneeling on the wet tile with a quiet confidence that made my knees weak. The water beat against my chest while she took me in her mouth, unhurried, deliberate, glancing up now and then with this easy smile. I lifted her up against the wall, her legs around my waist, and we moved together, slippery and breathless, until she shuddered against me, biting my shoulder to stay quiet. We stayed under the water until it went cold, laughing, and I still think about that night when it rains.