Fucking My High School Rival in a Steam-Filled Shower

The water is scalding, drumming against your skin as Elena presses your back against the cold bathroom tile. She doesn't say a word, just reaches down and spreads your thighs wide, her eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that hasn't faded since senior year. She pushes two fingers deep into your dripping pussy, groaning as she feels how much you want her. You arch your hips, begging her to stop playing and just fuck you, your breath hitching as she pumps her fingers inside you, stretching your walls.

Elena drops to her knees in the spray, her hands gripping your ass to pull you closer to her face. She smothers your clit with her tongue, licking and sucking with a ferocity that makes your knees buckle. You grab her hair, pulling her head harder against your crotch while she slurps and licks the juices flowing from your slit. The sound of her wet mouth against your pussy fills the small stall, drowning out the roar of the shower as she prepares to make you come.

She stands back up, her breasts glistening with water and sweat, and lifts your leg over her hip. She drives her fingers back in, but this time she uses three, fucking your pussy with heavy, rhythmic thrusts that hit your G-spot perfectly. You're screaming now, the steam clouding your vision as she fucks you harder and faster. Every thrust of her hand sends a jolt through your core, making your pussy twitch and squeeze around her digits.

'You always were a little slut for me,' Elena whispers, her voice rasping against your ear before she dives back down. She uses her mouth to suck your clit into her lips while her fingers continue to pump inside you. The friction is intense, the combination of hot water and her skilled tongue pushing you over the edge. Your muscles tighten, your hips bucking wildly against her face as you climax, your pussy pulsing and spraying cream all over her cheeks and chin.

She doesn't stop until your tremors subside, continuing to lick the mess from your folds. You lean your head back against the tile, gasping for air, watching her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. The rivalry is dead, replaced by the heavy, carnal reality of how much you both still crave the other's body. She leans in, her wet lips brushing yours, waiting for you to tell her to do it all over again.