She’s getting it from behind in the shower

She’s in the shower, curtain half open, water running down her back. He’s behind her, hands gripping her hips, pushing in hard. She’s moaning, back arching, hair soaked. The curtain swings a little, just enough to catch a glimpse of his arm and shoulder. No one else in the room. Just the sound of water and her breathing. He’s got her pinned, no time to think, just feel. She’s gripping the edge of the tub, legs wrapped around him, pushing back. It’s messy, wet, and raw. No fancy moves, just real heat. You can feel the steam, hear the water, smell the soap. She’s not pretending. She’s in it. He’s not holding back. Just two people, no filter, no shame, just doing it. The curtain’s still moving, the water’s still running, and they’re still going.