Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 95: Showering (2)(R18+)

The soft click of the bathroom door went unnoticed beneath the steady splash of water.

Steve stood under the stream, naked, water gliding over his toned back as he slowly ran a wet towel along his skin.

Dina lingered by the door, nude, her breath shallow. Her eyes swept over him—broad shoulders, lean waist, water tracing every contour. She hesitated, hand still on the knob, thoughts racing.

’Should I be here? What if he turns around? What if he doesn’t want this?’

She nearly stepped back—nearly left. But then she remembered. The feel of her chest pressed to his back... her hand wrapped around his cock... the heat of his body, the way he didn’t pull away.

Desire surged. She didn’t move—she couldn’t. She just watched, wanting more. Craving him.

’He accepted me back then... So why wouldn’t he now?’

Dina stood frozen, her fingers slipping away from the doorknob. Her mind was racing, torn between desire and doubt.

’It’s all a matter of choice, isn’t it? If I reach for him... if I make a move... would he turn away?’

She hesitated—but only for a breath. Then, with a quiet sigh and a flutter in her chest, she stepped forward. Bare feet touched the cool bathroom tile as she moved, slow and deliberate, toward the man whose presence pulled at her every nerve.

Steve hadn’t noticed. Still facing the wall, he scrubbed himself with the same calm rhythm, unaware of the woman approaching from behind—nude, trembling, drawn.

She reached out, her soft, bare chest gently brushing his back before her arms wrapped around him in one smooth, silent motion.

The contact stopped him.

A warm, full breast pressed firmly against his skin—no barrier this time. Nothing hidden. Her hardened nipples grazed the muscles of his back, soft skin meeting his in a way that made him freeze.

A shiver rippled through him.

Steve’s hand paused mid-motion. His eyes flicked downward at the delicate fingers now wrapped around his cock.

Feminine, and surprisingly familiar. He slowly turned his head, already knowing.

Dina.

Still pressed against him, her embrace had deepened. She held him tightly, not speaking—just letting her body speak for her.

Water streamed down Steve’s body, cascading over his shoulders and tracing the contours of his back.

His skin was still slick from the soap, the remnants of his bath rinsing off in smooth rivulets. As Dina pressed herself to him, the stream spilled over her as well, soaking her from head to toe.

Her skin glistened— her succulent breasts lush and full, now gliding slickly against his back, the stiff peaks of her nipples sliding over the hard muscle of his body.

Her hair darkened, clinging to her neck and shoulders, while the gentle arc of her hips and the soft swell of her backside were kissed by the falling water.

Steve felt his breath hitch. The warmth of her, the softness, the pressure—he could feel arousal begin to rise within him like a tide.

Her arms were still wrapped around his chest, firm and possessive.

Then, slowly, one hand slid down his torso. Inch by inch, it moved with delicate intention, grazing his skin until it reached him.

A quiet gasp escaped his lips.

Her fingers curled around his growing arousal, careful, reverent.

She cupped him gently, feeling the weight of him in her palm, the heat, the slight pulse that responded to her touch.

His body tensed. The air between them thickened as pleasure began to stir more deeply in him.

She leaned in, her voice a whisper, breath warm against his back.

"I’m sorry." she murmured.

"I just... couldn’t hold back anymore."

And then—her grip tightened. No more hesitation. freewebnoveℓ.com

Just raw, honest craving.

Steve’s heart pounded.

The moment had begun.

His cock was already soaked from the shower, but what Dina noticed most was the slickness of the soap still coating him.

As her hand wrapped around his length, the lather transferred easily, covering her palm in a smooth, silky glide.

There was no need for anything else—her touch moved effortlessly, the soapy warmth creating a perfect rhythm.

She stroked him slowly, her hand gliding from the base up to the sensitive tip, then back again, each motion drawing a deeper breath from him.

His muscles tensed. A low gasp escaped his throat, pleasure building with every stroke.

And then, in a breathless murmur, Steve whispered—

"...There’s... no issue at all."

’Ah, fuck. This... this is what I need right now.’

The thought pulsed through Steve’s mind as Dina worked him with slow precision.

Her hands—soft, warm, plush—moved with practiced ease, slick from the soap and shower water he’d once intended for a simple bath.

Now, that same water made every stroke effortless.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock, gliding along the shaft in a steady, perfect rhythm—not too fast, not too slow. Just enough to keep him aching.

Her grip tightened, just slightly—just right—so he could feel every inch of her softness dragging over his length, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine with each pass.

As she jerked his cock with that perfect, steady rhythm, he could feel the gentle bounce of her chest, the way her nipples grazed his skin, sending sparks through him.

His grunts came low and deep, the pleasure steadily overwhelming him.

Dina’s cheeks flushed, arousal igniting in her chest as she picked up the pace. Her strokes grew faster, more deliberate.

With a breathy exhale, she brought her other hand into play, both palms now wrapped around his thick shaft, working him with a smooth, synchronized rhythm.

Her slick hands glided over him, sliding fast and tight, barely able to contain his size—but doing their best to please him.

The soap made everything seamless, her fingers running fluidly from base to tip, back and forth, stroking him with eager, focused intent.

His legs gave a faint tremble.

The pleasure was too much to contain.

And she felt it with every twitch of his cock, every pulse against her palms.

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