Naked Goddess 2 – Scene 1
Title: “Naked Goddess 2: Carnal Convergence”
Scene 1: “Shower Shenanigans”
The shower was steaming, the opaque glass door fogging up as water cascaded down in rivulets. Italian beauty Ursula Benzio stood beneath the pelting stream, her voluptuous body on full display. Her perky, ample breasts glistened like ripe fruit, crowned with rosy nipples stiff from the hot water. The woman’s lean stomach flowed into wide, womanly hips, her supple thighs tapering down to delicate feet.
Ursula lathered herself up, sinking her nails into the sudsy mounds on her chest. A moan escaped her lips as she circled her fingers around her darkened areolas. She stepped forward, allowing the concentrated jet to pound her back, hot breath escaping as the pressure turned her nipples into hard little pebbles.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Ursula froze, eyes wide. A gorgeous young man sauntered in – Matteo, her lover. “Well, well, what do we have here?” he purred, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” Ursula breathed, voice husky with desire. “But I’m certainly glad you did.”
Matteo wasted no time, stripping off his clothes to reveal a body lean and chiseled, his manhood already growing to attention. He pulled open the shower door and stepped inside the steamy confines.
Ursula cupped his face in her water-slicked hands, crashing her lips against his in a searing kiss. Their tongues entwined, fighting for dominance as the kiss deepened. “You’ve certainly worked up an appetite,” she purred against his mouth.
Matteo yanked her body against his, hands roaming her curves. “I’m starving,” he growled, nuzzling into her neck. He licked the water from her collarbone, biting down on her shoulder while his hands squeezed her ass.
Ursula shrieked in delight, fingers digging into his muscular back. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Take me right here.”
She turned around, pressing her ample rear into his hard member. Matteo groaned, grabbing her hips brutally. He ground against her, cock sliding between her perfectly rounded cheeks. “You want it?” he panted. “Then bend over for me.”
Ursula obeyed, bracing herself against the porcelain wall. She spread her legs, giving him unfettered access. Matteo delivered a sharp smack, watching her flesh quiver. Ursula gasped, looking back at him with hooded eyes. “Tease,” she breathed.
“Oh, I’ll give you more than that,” Matteo promised darkly. He notched himself at her dripping entrance, sliding in inch by aching inch. They both groaned at the sensation, familiar yet still blissful. Ursula was so fucking tight, his magnificent cock stretching her limits.
“Harder,” she demanded, driving her hips back. “Fuck me, mateo!”
Matteo pistoned into her, grunting with exertion. The sound of water and flesh smacking together filled the small space. Sweat beaded on his brow as he relentlessly pounded her pussy. Ursula’s head fell back in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream. “Yes!” she hissed. “Yes!”
The room grew hazy, steam completely obscuring any view of their sanctuary. But neither one of them cared, lost in the throes of passion as they chased their high. Ursula felt herself building, orgasm rising steadily like the tide. “I’m going to come,” she panted, nails scraping wildly against the wet tiles. “Don’t stop!”
Matteo slammed into her repeatedly, determined to make her shatter. And then Ursula came, throwing her head back and crying out in rapture. Her pussy clamped down, fluttering wildly around his pistoning cock. The sensation pushed Matteo over the edge, groaning deeply as his own climax ripped through him.
Ursula’s knees buckled as he flooded her with his seed, both of them shaking violently from the intensity. They collapsed together, the water gradually cooling as they panted to catch their breaths, intertwined.
“That was…incredible,” Ursula gasped, turning her head to kiss him lazily. “You always know just how to please me, my love.”
Matteo grinned wolfishly. “And you know just how to drive me wild. I’ll never get enough of you.”
She nuzzled into him, basking in the tender moment as the last wave of pleasure receded. “The feeling is mutual. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of our littleNumbers.” For now, they stood there amidst the fading steam, content in each other’s arms before they tackled whatever else the day had in store.
