The steam in the shower intensified, turning the small space into a hazy, private sanctuary. Chloe didn't touch me right away; instead, she stepped back under the spray, letting the water slick her hair back as she picked up the bar of soap.

​She began to lather herself, her eyes locked onto mine with a predatory playfulness. She ran her soapy palms over her full breasts, kneading them slowly until the white foam peaked on her dark nipples. She moved lower, her hands tracing the deep, hourglass dip of her waist and the heavy flare of her hips. Every slide of her hands was a tease, emphasizing the slick, wet friction of her skin.

​When she reached her thighs, she lifted one leg, resting it on the ledge to give me a clear, unobstructed view. She massaged the soap into her inner thighs, her fingers grazing the swollen, pink petals of her pussy. She let out a soft, shaky breath as she slid a finger through the lather, coating her most sensitive spot in a thick, slippery foam, watching my reaction the entire time.

​I stood there, mesmerized. She was a masterpiece of curves and heat, a perfect contrast to the sharp, professional edge Sasha had shown me minutes before.

​"Your turn," she whispered.

​She stepped into my space, her wet, soapy body pressing flush against mine. The sensation was electric. She began to slide her hands over my chest, her palms catching on the definition of my muscles, mapping out my shoulders and arms with a slow touch.

​"You're so firm," she murmured, her voice vibrating against my skin.

​Then, her hand traveled down. She gripped my cock, her palm slick with suds. She started at the base, her fingers curling around the thick girth, and slid all the way up to the crown. I let out a low groan as she repeated the motion, measuring the full, throbbing length of me against her hand. She squeezed gently at the top, her thumb circling the tip, before sliding back down to massage the weight of my balls.

​The combination of the hot water, the slick soap, and her soft touch was driving me to the edge.

​"Two-bit is coming in less than an hour," I managed to say, my voice strained, "but I think we have enough time for this."

​"Yes, papi," she whispered, her lips grazing my lobe. "I want to start my day with your magic cock deep inside my fat pussy."

​I let out a low, predatory growl, my hands finding her waist. "Then I'm going to give you a 'good moaning' you won't forget."

​She giggled, the sound vibrating through me as she turned her back. She planted her palms firmly against the wet tiles, bracing herself and arching her spine. The view was nothing short of a masterpiece. Her ass was wide and heavy, a powerful shelf of soft, golden skin that shimmered under the spray.

​What drove me wild were the faint, silvery stretch marks tracing the swell of her hips—the "tiger stripes" that marked her real, womanly curves. They made her feel grounded and authentic, a raw contrast to the polished, surgical perfection I often saw in this city. She was all woman, lush and overflowing.

​"Don't just stare at it," she encouraged, casting a smoldering look over her shoulder. Her dark hair was plastered to her back, framing the deep dip of her spine. "Make sure you keep your word."

"Don't worry," I growled, stepping up behind her. "I always keep my promises."

​She leaned forward, bracing her palms against the wet tile wall, and pushed her hips back toward me. The view was staggering. Her ass was magnificent—broad, heavy, and perfectly rounded. The water made her skin glisten like silk, highlighting the silvery, faint stretch marks that traced the swell of her cheeks. To me, they weren't flaws; they were a map of her curves, making her feel real, raw, and incredibly feminine.

​I reached out, burying my hands in that soft, ample flesh. I squeezed hard, watching my fingers disappear into the depth of her cheeks. She let out a sharp, needy gasp as I spread her apart, revealing the slick, dark pink folds of her pussy, already drenched from the shower and her own rising heat.

​"You like what you see, papi?" she whimpered, looking back over her shoulder, her eyes hooded and dark with lust.

​"I love it," I muttered.

​I didn't make her wait. I guided the head of my cock—throbbing and slick with soap and water—to her opening. I teased her for a second, rubbing the tip against her clit until she was shaking, then I lunged forward.

​I buried my entire length inside her in one heavy, deliberate thrust.

​"Oh god!" she cried out, her head snapping back as she gripped the shower handle for dear life. Her internal muscles clamped around me like a vice, tight and scorching hot. The contrast of the cool water hitting our backs and the intense heat where we were joined was almost too much to handle.

​I gripped her waist, my thumbs digging into her hips, and began to drive into her. Each impact made a wet, slapping sound that echoed off the bathroom tiles. She was so deep and so welcoming, her "fat pussy" taking every inch of me as she began to moan my name into the steam.

​"Oh, papi!" she cried out, the sound echoing off the porcelain tiles.

​Her head fell forward against the wall as she took the full weight of the thrust. She was tight—scorching hot and incredibly deep—clamping down on me with a rhythmic intensity that almost ended the session right then and there. I stayed still for a heartbeat, savoring the sensation of being buried to the hilt in her "fat pussy," feeling the way her internal muscles spasmed around me.

​I began to move, my pace slow and punishing at first. Every time I withdrew, the suction of her wet heat tried to pull me back in. Each forward drive was met with a loud, wet slap as my pelvis collided with the heavy cushions of her ass.

​The steam swirled around us, mingling with the scent of sex and expensive soap. Chloe was a chaotic mess of pleasure, her fingers scratching at the tiles, her moans turning into ragged, breathless pleas.

​"Harder," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the shower. "Give it to me harder."

​I obliged, locking my hands onto her waist and ramping up the speed. I was a machine, driving into her with a raw, primal rhythm that shook her entire body. The water cascaded over us, but it did nothing to cool the fire. I felt the pressure building in my gut, a white-hot surge that told me I was reaching the point of no return.

​Just as I felt the final wave beginning to crest, the muffled sound of a car horn honked twice from the street below.

​Two-bit.

The horn honked again, a distant annoyance compared to the rhythmic, wet thud of our bodies colliding. Business could wait; the way Chloe was tightning around me was the only thing that mattered.

​I ignored the world outside and focused entirely on the woman pinned against the tile. I reached around, my hand finding her clit and rubbing it with a frantic, slick friction that sent her over the edge. Her legs began to shake, her knees buckling as she let out a long, high-pitched wail that was lost in the roar of the water.

​"Now, papi! Give it to me now!" she screamed.

​I didn't hold back. I let out a low, guttural roar as I delivered three final, bone-deep thrusts, pinning her chest flat against the wall. I felt the dam break. A hot, powerful surge erupted from me, filling her to the brim. I stayed buried deep inside her, my forehead resting against her wet shoulder, both of us gasping for air as the water washed over our tangled bodies.

​Her internal muscles were still fluttering, milking the last of the life out of me. It was the kind of release that left your knees weak and your head spinning.

​"Damn," she exhaled, her voice a shredded whisper. "You really are a beast, Druski."

​I pulled out slowly, the wet suction a final reminder of how perfect the fit was. I gave her heavy, water-slicked ass a firm, affectionate slap before turning off the tap. The sudden silence in the bathroom was heavy.

​"I have to move," I said, my voice still thick. "Two-bit is downstairs, and he doesn't like to be kept waiting."

​I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, rubbing it over my chest as I looked at my reflection in the steamed-up mirror. I looked different. Sharper. More alive.

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