I pulled her closer by her hips, those wide, inviting hips that looked so sinful in the tight crop top. Her navel peeked out from under the short hem, soft belly exposed, skin warm under my palms. I pressed her tightly against me, feeling her heavy breasts squash against my chest through the thin fabric, nipples already stiff and poking into me.
My hands stayed on her waist, fingers splaying wide, holding her flush so she could feel exactly how hard she was making me under the towel.
She blushed when I suddenly handled her rough, cheeks flushing pink, eyes widening for a second—but she didn't pull away. Instead she bit her lower lip, a small, needy sound escaping her throat as her body melted into mine.
"Why don't you join me in the shower?" I teased, squeezing her thick curves harder, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above her yoga pants, feeling the heat radiating from between her legs.
