Steam and Skin

The heat hit my skin the second we stepped into the bathhouse. I'm a photographer, and I could already feel sweat crawling down my back. She—Lada, my model—stood across from me in nothing but a short towel, her eyes gleaming in a way that made my mouth go dry.

"Remember what we agreed on... this doesn't mean anything," she whispered, dragging a finger across my chest like she was testing just how hard I already was.

"I remember," I rasped, unable to tear my gaze from her wet lips. "But you're looking at me like you want to swallow me whole."

Lada smiled, slowly untying her towel. The fabric fell away, revealing full tits with hard nipples and smooth skin already slick with steam. My hands moved on their own, reaching for her. My fingers slid along her waist, pulling her closer. We both knew it was a lie—"it doesn't mean anything." The hunger in the air was thicker than the steam.

"You're so fucking needy today," I breathed against her neck, kissing her damp skin. "I've been thinking about fucking you here since this morning."

"Then stop thinking," she laughed softly, pressing her hips against my already rock-hard cock. "Do it. I'm wet from more than just the steam."

Her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking up and down slowly while I groaned. We sank down onto the wide wooden bench. Lada lay back, spreading her legs, and I could see her pussy already glistening with arousal. I ran my fingers along her inner thighs, then brushed her clit—she arched up with a quiet moan.

"Deeper..." she whispered, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "I want to feel you inside me."

I pushed into her slowly, savoring every inch. Her cunt was hot, tight, and so fucking wet. Lada wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in deeper, and we started moving together. Every thrust was accompanied by wet sounds and her soft moans.

"Oh god, yes... just like that," she breathed into my ear, nibbling my lobe. "You're so hard... fuck me gentle but rough... I'm your needy little model today."

I picked up the pace, one hand squeezing her tit, the other gripping her firm ass. Sweat mixed with her juices, dripping down our bodies. We flipped—now she was on top. Lada moved in slow, circular motions, rising almost all the way off before sinking back down to the base of my cock. Her hair stuck to her wet back, her tits bouncing with each movement.

"Look at me..." she gasped, speeding up. "See how much I want you? How I'm dripping all over you?"

I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting up to meet her every move. Lada threw her head back, her moans getting louder, more broken.

"I'm gonna... don't stop..." she cried out, her voice shaking.

Her body tensed, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, and she came first—long, sweet, trembling all over. I followed almost immediately, pumping hot cum deep inside her. We froze, panting, pressed together in the thick steam.

Lada leaned down, kissed me on the lips, and whispered with a sly smile:

"So... is this still 'nothing'?"

"Not a chance," I answered, feeling the hunger already stirring again.

She traced a finger down my chest, her eyes lighting up once more.

"Then... how about we shoot a few more frames? Except this time, no towels—and with a proper sequel."