Those are just pantyhose, Ken. Her hands tangled in his hair wet and dark, the strands slipping through her fingers as she pulled him closer,Fucking her hips bucking instinctively, a weak thrust in her frame that he controlled with ease.

He slid one hand between his thighs the water making his skin slick as his fingers found his pussy, swollen and dripping under the spray. She thrust in, hard and deep, and they both cried out–his voice high and sharp from her throat, her voice low and broken from his–as she filled him completely.

The sensation overwhelmed him. Rose, like all women her age, loves to pose and take a lot of selfies.

Fucking me didn’t change her need to pose and take selfies.