LUBED Shower fuck and facial with tiny blonde Kenzie Reeves

The water cascaded down her delicate frame, each droplet seeming to accentuate every curve and valley of her petite body. Kenzie Reeves stood in the shower, her porcelain skin glistening under the stream, a beacon of beauty in the steam-filled cubicle. Her hair, a golden halo around her face, clung to her neck and shoulders, framing her innocent features.

She glanced over at him, those baby blues locking with his gaze, a coy smile playing at the corner of her lips. Her fingers trailed down her neck, between the valley of her small but perky breasts, over her toned stomach, and dipped between her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips as she touched herself, watching his reaction.

He couldn’t help but stare, his eyes drinking in every detail, every movement. She was sheer perfection, a goddess in the flesh. And she was all his. His gaze traveled over her shapely ass, the way the water droplets ran over her back, tracing the line of her spine, and down to the curve of her hips.

“You like what you see?” she purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She turned, presenting her back to him, and bent over slightly, her hands braced against the tiled wall. Her ass, a petite but perfectly round globe, jutted out invitingly. The water ran in rivulets down the backs of her thighs, drawing his eyes to the juncture where he knew anticipation ran high.

He stepped into the shower, the steam enveloping him like a warm embrace. He pressed against her, his hard body molding to her softer curves. His hands roamed her body, exploring familiar territory with a newfound excitement. He kneaded the globes of her ass, delighting in the way the flesh yielded under his touch. His fingers dipped between her legs, finding her already wet, though whether it was from the shower or her own arousal, he didn’t know, nor did he care.

“I want you,” she breathed, the words a whispered plea against the spray. “I need you inside me.”

He needed no further encouragement. With a swift, hard thrust, he entered her, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat. A moan tore from her lips, a primal, carnal sound that echoed off the tiled walls. He started to move, long, deep strokes that had him withdrawing almost completely before slamming back inside her.

The pace was brutal, almost punishing. The sounds of their coupling filled the small space – the slap of skin on skin, the wet slickness of their bodies moving together, their moans and gasps of pleasure. The water continued to pound down on them, mixing with their sweat and arousal, making everything slick and glistening.

He changed his angle, hitting a spot inside her that made her cry out, her walls clenching around him like a vice. She was close, he could feel it, could sense the way her body was tensing, the way her breaths were coming in short, sharp gasps. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that had her seeing stars.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly with lust. “Come on my cock, baby.”

That was all it took. With a scream of his name, she came undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He followed her over the edge, his own release pulsing inside her, filling her up with his seed.

They stayed like that for a moment, joined as one, the water washing away the evidence of their passion. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck, feeling her shudder at the touch.

“That was…intense,” she whispered, her voice shaking slightly.

“Amazing,” he corrected, turning her in his arms so he could look at her. He cupped her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. “Absolutely amazing.”

She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with a sated glow. “I love you,” she murmured, the words soft and true in the steam-filled air.

“I love you too,” he replied, his own voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”

They stood there, simply holding each other, letting the water wash over them. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The outside world could wait. All that existed was them, lost in their own bubble of bliss and devotion.

As he looked down at her, at the love and satisfaction etched on her face, he knew he was the luckiest man alive. He had found his soulmate, his reason for being. And he planned on spending the rest of his life showing her just how much she meant to him, in and out of the bedroom.

With a final, tender kiss, they stepped out of the shower, ready to face the world and whatever challenges it might bring. Together, they were strong. Together, they were unstoppable. And together, they would write the most beautiful love story the world had ever seen.