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Shower Time…

Wet. Naked.

Cascading water, not too hot, down my back, ample ass and legs.

The soap, moisturizing and slippery massaged into my bronzed, healthy skin.

The tile feels cool against my body, my breasts crushing against the ceramic as I feel your weight pushing against my backside.

How can something so simple feel so good? There are no bells and whistles here.

Water is a symbol of life.  Our moment of ecstasy born and realized.


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