The Hot Shower Encounter

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Ilias,Milana Milka

The steam rose in gentle clouds, wrapping them in a private world of warmth and falling water. Her back met his chest, a slow and deliberate surrender as the hot spray cascaded over their shoulders. He traced the line of her arm with a touch so light it was barely there, a whisper against her rain-slicked skin. She leaned her head back, her damp hair a dark fan against his shoulder, her eyes closed in quiet bliss. His hands settled on her waist, a steady, warm pressure that felt like an anchor in the swirling mist. A soft sigh escaped her lips, lost to the rhythmic patter on the tiles, a sound of pure, unguarded contentment. In that enclosed space, every breath was shared, every shift of their bodies a silent conversation. The heat seeped deep into their muscles, melting away the world outside the glass door. He bent his head, his lips brushing the sensitive curve where her neck met her shoulder, a promise without words. In that moment, there was only the water, the warmth, and the profound peace of two hearts beating in perfect, steamy synchrony.