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,,The water droplets danced across the foggy bathroom mirror, tracing the contours of my face as I watched Mia’s silhouette undress with the casual grace of a cat. She’d always had this way of moving that made the most mundane actions seem like a sensual dance, her hips swaying to a rhythm only she could hear. It was a sight I’d become accustomed to, but never ceased to admire. We’d been roommates for what felt like an eternity, our friendship blossoming amidst the chaos of university life, but it was only recently that I’d allowed myself to acknowledge the deep, carnivorous hunger I felt for her.

Every time she’d disappear behind the frosted glass of the shower, I’d be struck with a sudden, overwhelming urge to join her, to feel her soft skin against mine, to taste the sweet nectar that I knew awaited me between her thighs. And tonight, I’d decided, was the night I’d finally give in to those desires.

Mia stepped into the shower, the sound of the water hitting her skin echoing through the small space like a siren’s call. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the erratic beat of my heart, and began to strip. The air was thick with the scent of her body wash, a blend of vanilla and jasmine that seemed to wrap itself around me, urging me closer. As I stepped out of my boxers, my cock was already at half-mast, eager to be part of the intimate scene unfolding just a few feet away. With trembling hands, I pushed the shower door open and stepped in, the warm embrace of the water washing over me, mixing with the heat radiating from her body.

Her eyes widened in surprise as I joined her, the shower’s spray glinting in the pupils that had dilated with a mix of shock and curiosity. My gaze was drawn to the rivulets of water that trickled down the curves of her breasts, caressing the swell before disappearing into the shadow between her legs. She didn’t scream or shove me away; she just stood there, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the raw need etched into my features. For a moment, time seemed to freeze, the only sound the steady patter of water and the hammering of our hearts.

Then, I lowered to my knees, my eyes never leaving hers. She didn’t protest as I reached out, my hand gently caressing the smooth, wet skin of her thigh. The warm water cascaded down her body, beads of it collecting in the crevice where her leg met her pelvis. She parted her legs slightly, an unspoken invitation, and I took it, placing a soft kiss against the inside of her thigh. She shivered, her breath hitching as I trailed kisses upward, closer and closer to the place I’d fantasized about for so long.

The moment my tongue touched her wet pussy, it was as if an electric current shot through both of us. She gasped, her hands shooting out to grip the shower tiles, her knuckles white with the effort to keep herself upright. I lapped at her eagerly, the taste of her intoxicating, a heady blend of salt and sweetness that sent bolts of pleasure through my body. Her legs trembled as I explored her folds, my tongue swirling around her clit in a delicate dance that had her hips bucking and her breath coming in ragged gasps. The water continued to beat down on us, muffling the sounds of our passion, turning the shower into a private sanctuary where the only reality was the pleasure we were sharing!

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