Step Into The Shower

Sasha gets home from school craving a hot shower, but hers is shot. Connie and Frank's bathroom is her only option. She finds Connie folding towels and asks if she can use theirs. Connie says yes, but tells her to hurry. Frank gets home around this time and always needs the shower after work. Sasha smiles, already hatching something she shouldn't. Once Connie leaves for groceries, Sasha strips down and lingers under the water, slow and deliberate, waiting. When the front door slams, she keeps rinsing like nothing's changed. Frank steps into the steam expecting his wife and stops cold. Sasha stands there naked, suds sliding down her tits and ass, water beading on every curve. She doesn't look at him, just turns, bends to wash her legs, spreads her cheeks just enough. Frank's breathing gets heavier. He unzips, pulls his cock out, and starts stroking in the doorway, eyes locked on the way soap trails between her thighs. Sasha hears the wet sound of his fist and grins to herself. She spins, catches him mid-stroke, and laughs. Before he can back away she grabs his dick, hard and hot, and yanks him under the spray. He hits the tile with her, mouth on her neck, hands gripping her ass. Water pours over both of them while he fucks her standing up, her legs locked around his waist, her stepdad grunting every time he slams in deep.