Delilah's hand stroked him experimentally, guiding the thick head of his cock along her folds. The water made everything glide.
She rolled her hips again, and this time the head caught at her entrance, pressing just enough to stretch her slightly before sliding upward again to rub over her clit.
Melissa's hands continued their gentle path — rinsing suds from Delilah's stomach, then lower, almost absently brushing close to where Phei's cock rested against her daughter.
The touch stayed light, almost innocent in its care, even as the three of them moved together in the steam.
Phei kissed Delilah's neck again, then lower, sucking a mark just above her collarbone while his fingers on her clit circled faster. Delilah's moans grew louder, more broken. Her hand on his cock tightened, stroking him with shaky but eager rhythm as her hips kept rolling, seeking more of that thick pressure against her pussy.
The water poured over them. Steam curled thick and glowing.
