The steam hit her face first.
Dense, suffocating, the kind that pressed behind the eyes and made thought slippery — and thought was the last thing her body was cooperating with right now.
'Who is this.'
Not a question. A fragment. Her mind kept producing it like a hiccup — 'who is this who is this who is this' — and then his cock dragged back out with a wet pull that erased the whole sentence before it could finish.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Aahngh~!! Hnn— NNGHK~!!"
Her spine bent without her asking it to.
Back arched, shoulder blades pressing back into a chest that was not Kenji's — Kenji was narrow, nervous, always asking if she was okay with his voice shaking before he even touched her. This chest behind her was 'solid'. Dense like carved stone. Hot even under the shower spray that cascaded down both of them in a white curtain of noise.
Her wrists were locked together behind her back.
