The sound left Veronica like it had been waiting behind a door.
It was raw and full and real — not the managed sound of Veronica performing for him. This was the actual sound produced by the full deep first-thrust of being taken from below in a standing shower with water running over everything.
She bounced.
Her body rose and fell with full heavy rhythmic motion — his hands at her hips drove her up and drove her down with committed pace because he had decided on the rhythm and was maintaining it. Her body rose and fell, the wet slapping sounds filling the enclosed shower space. Her breasts bounced with each downward push, full and swinging with pink nipples, their wet weight moving with the rhythm of the fucking.
Her back pressed against Frau Müller's breasts.
Veronica's back slid against the full heavy soft weight of Frau Müller's breasts with each bounce, the warm skin-on-wet-skin contact making Frau Müller's brown nipples stiffen against Veronica's back with every impact.
