The bathroom is a sanctuary of warmth, the air thick with steam and the faint scent of lavender bubbling up from the bath.

The oversized tub fills nearly to the brim, water lapping gently against the porcelain as Naomi sinks into it, her lithe body half-submerged.

Her dark hair fans out across the surface, tendrils curling in the heat, and her eyes gleam with a simmering hunger.

Across from her sits Charne, her bronze skin glowing under the soft light, her pert breasts buoyant in the water, nipples peeking just above the surface like dark, ripe cherries.

Naomi shifts closer, her legs brushing against Charne’s under the water, the contact sending a jolt through them both.

She reaches out, her fingers trailing up Charne’s thigh, slow and deliberate, the tips grazing the sensitive skin until they find the soft folds of her pussy.

Charne’s breath hitches, her lips parting as Naomi teases her, circling her clit with featherlight strokes.

The water ripples around them, disturbed by Charne’s subtle squirming, her hips tilting into Naomi’s touch. “You’re already wet, and it’s not just the bath,” Naomi purrs, her voice low and teasing.

She slides two fingers inside Charne, slow and deep, feeling the heat of her inner walls clench around them.

Charne moans softly, her hands gripping the edges of the tub, her head tipping back as Naomi pumps her fingers, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot.

Water sloshes over the sides, splashing onto the tiles as Charne’s thighs part wider, inviting more.

Naomi leans in, her free hand cupping one of Charne’s breasts, squeezing the soft flesh before pinching the nipple hard enough to make Charne gasp.

She drags her tongue across it next, swirling around the hardened peak, sucking it into her mouth as her fingers thrust faster below the surface.

Charne’s moans grow louder, her body trembling, the water amplifying every shiver.

Naomi pulls back, her lips glistening, and withdraws her fingers with a slow, deliberate drag, leaving Charne panting and desperate.

“Get up,” Naomi commands, standing first, water streaming down her toned frame as she steps out of the tub.

She grabs the black strap-on dildo from the counter, securing the harness around her hips with practiced ease, the thick silicone shaft bobbing slightly as she adjusts it.

The base presses against her clit, igniting a spark of her own arousal. Charne follows, her skin dripping, her eyes locking on the toy with raw hunger.

The air grows heavier as Naomi turns on the shower, steam billowing anew. She stands under the cascading water, droplets tracing the curves of her body, her dark hair clinging to her shoulders.

Charne steps into the tiled space, her breasts bouncing with each step, nipples still hard from the bath.

She licks her lips, smirking as she eyes Naomi’s strap-on, the tension between them crackling like lightning. “Get over here,” Naomi growls, her voice thick with authority.

She grabs Charne by the hips, spinning her around and shoving her forward. Charne’s palms slap against the shower wall, her ass jutting out, water streaming down her back and pooling in the dip of her spine.

Naomi lines up the tip of the dildo with Charne’s slick, swollen pussy, the heat radiating from her core palpable even through the steam.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, she pushes the thick head inside, parting Charne’s lips.

Charne gasps, her fingers curling against the tiles as the shaft stretches her open, inch by relentless inch, until Naomi’s hips press flush against her ass.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Naomi mutters, her hands gripping Charne’s hips hard enough to leave marks.

She pulls back, the glistening dildo dragging out until just the tip remains, then slams back in, hard and fast. Charne moans, the sound echoing off the walls, her body rocking forward with the force.

Water splashes between them, mixing with the slickness of Charne’s arousal as Naomi sets a brutal rhythm.

Charne’s tits sway with each thrust, droplets clinging to her skin before falling to the floor. She arches her back, pushing herself harder onto the strap-on, her inner walls clenching around the unyielding length.

Naomi reaches around, her fingers finding Charne’s clit—swollen and pulsing—and rubs it in tight, rough circles. Then she spits on Charne’s butthole and slips the thumb of her other hand into it, the tight ring yielding with a slick pop, drawing a sharp cry from Charne’s lips.

Charne’s moans turn to cries, her legs trembling as pleasure coils tight in her core. “Take it,” Naomi hisses, her own breath ragged as the harness grinds against her clit with every thrust.

She pounds into Charne relentlessly, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Charne’s pussy grips the dildo tighter, her juices coating the shaft, dripping down her thighs to mingle with the shower.

At that moment the bathroom door creaks open and a man steps inside, his pale skin stark against the steamy haze.

He’s been watching from the slightly open door, his eyes burning with lust as he observed every thrust, every moan.

His towel drops to the floor, revealing a thick, throbbing cock, already hard and leaking at the tip.

Without a word, he strides forward, the tiles cool under his feet, and positions himself behind Naomi.

She glances over her shoulder, a wicked smirk curling her lips as she resumes thrusting into Charne, the strap-on sliding back into her dripping pussy with a wet squelch.

The man grips Naomi’s hips, his fingers digging into her wet flesh, and lines himself up. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he slides his dick deep into her pussy, the harness shifting slightly as he fills her.

Naomi groans, the sensation of being fucked while fucking Charne sending a jolt of raw pleasure through her.

She pounds into Charne relentlessly, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Charne’s pussy grips the dildo tighter, her juices coating the shaft, dripping down her thighs to mingle with the shower water.

Her cries peak, her body seizing as an orgasm rips through her, her walls spasming around the thick intrusion, her asshole clenching around Naomi’s thumb.

Naomi doesn’t stop. She fucks Charne through the climax, drawing out every shudder and whimper until Charne’s knees buckle.

Naomi’s rhythm falters for a moment, then doubles in intensity, her hips slamming forward into Charne and back onto the man’s cock in a frenzied syncopation.

Charne cries out again, the renewed force driving her toward another edge, her hands slipping on the wet tiles.

The man grunts, his thrusts matching Naomi’s, his balls slapping against her thighs as water cascades over all three of them.

The bathroom fills with the symphony of their moans, the slick sounds of flesh against flesh, and the relentless splash of the shower.

Naomi’s body tightens, caught between the strap-on grinding against her clit and the man’s cock pounding into her.

She is ready to come at a moment’s notice. The man now carefully times his thrusts perfectly with those of Naomi.

When he hears Charne begin to climax again, he lets go and blasts his come deep into Naomi’s cunt.

He turns her head, their eyes locking as he kisses her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth while his cock pulses, filling her with thick, hot spurts.

His hands slide up to her breasts, kneading the slick, heavy mounds, fingers twisting her nipples as his dick spasms deep inside her.

Naomi’s control shatters under the onslaught—his kisses, his rough grip, the relentless pressure of the harness against her swollen clit, and the flood of his seed coating her inner walls.

Her pussy clenches hard around him, her body bucking wildly as a blinding orgasm tears through her.

.“Oh fuck, yes—fuck me, fill me, I’m coming!” she cries out, her voice raw and desperate, echoing off the tiles.

Her cunt spasms uncontrollably, milking his cock as waves of pleasure crash over her, her juices gushing out to mix with his come and the shower water.

Her legs tremble violently, nearly giving out as her clit throbs against the harness, each grind sending electric aftershocks through her core.

She gasps and shudders, her dark hair plastered to her face, her chest heaving as the climax leaves her wrecked and dripping, the steam curling around her like a lover’s embrace.