Cheerleader's Hot Shower

Mighty Dee leads Kimmy Kimm into the bathroom. Her cheer bag hits the tile floor. "Thanks for the ride," she says, voice bright with nerves. "And the shower. I smell like sweat after that game. Everyone's going out to celebrate and I want to look good." She flashes him a smile that lands just a hair too long. He coughs, eyes pinned on the wall. "Duty of the job," he mutters. "Equipment manager keeps the squad happy." He backs out, door clicking shut. Kimmy peels her uniform off piece by piece, lets the hot water pound her shoulders. Her mind slips back to him—thick arms hauling equipment, the quiet way he watches her practice. Heat pools low. She grabs the showerhead, angles the jet between her thighs, lets the pressure rock against her clit. The tile wall holds her up while her fingers part wet lips, and she moans, quick and filthy. The door cracks open. Mighty Dee freezes, hand still on the knob. Her eyes flare wide, cheeks scarlet, but the spark between them snaps tight and red. The showerhead clatters to the floor. He steps inside, shirt already peeling over his head. Steam wraps them, thick and sudden, as he pins her against the wall, mouths crashing, hands greedy. Water beats across their bare skin while her legs hook around his hips and the room tilts from lust to need.