Soapy good morning handjob in the shower from hot Instagram girl

Title: “Morning Delight: An Instagram Model’s Soapy Shower Surprise”

*NSFW*

Imagine this: you wake up on a lazy Sunday morning, stretching your arms as you yawn and crack your back. The sun’s gentle rays caress your face through the sheer curtains, hinting at the warm, inviting day ahead. You roll out of bed, your feet sinking into the plush carpet as you make your way to the bathroom.

As you step into the ensuite, you catch a tantalizing glimpse of your Instagram crush through the frosted glass of the shower stall. The silhouette of her wet, naked body, curves in all the right places, sends shivers down your spine.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you tiptoe closer, holding your breath as you press your ear against the cool mosaic tiles. A soft, melodic humming reaches your ears, accompanied by the rhythmic splashing of water against skin. Your heart races as you dare a peek around the corner, your eyes widening at the erotic scene before you.

There, under the cascading spray of the rainfall showerhead, stands the object of your desire. Her luscious, mahogany tresses cling to the smooth contours of her back and shoulders, a few espresso-colored tendrils plastered across her cheekbones. Rivulets of hot water stream down the valleys of her breasts, tracing a path through the perky, caramel hills.

But it’s what she’s doing with her hands that has you shamelessly transfixed. One hand, slick with soap, lathers up the generous length of her boyfriend’s throbbing erection. Your eyes follow the sensual path as she works up a frothy film, fingertips grazing every tantalizing ridge and vein. His breath hitches, a low groan escaping his lips.

The other hand gently massages his balls, rolling them between deft fingers as if they were precious marbles. His knees buckle slightly, one hand braced against the cool tile wall for support. You watch, transfixed, as she pumps him with long, steady strokes. The sexiest damn handjob you’ve ever seen.

Back and forth, she glides her palm up and down his shaft, her pinky circling the weeping slit. With each pass, his cock-inch swells impossibly harder. Droplets of water magnify the dance of tendons and veins under her touch. He rocks his hips into her rhythm, groans spilling from his lips.

Your own breath grows ragged, palms growing clammy. You feel yourself starting to swell, a tingling heat gathering in your groin. It takes all your willpower not to grab your dick and start stroking along with her.

Lost in a trance of lust, you barely register the sound of her boyfriend whimpering, his hand fisting in her hair. With a guttural cry, he reaches his climax, his release spurting out in long, creamy ropes. She milks him through it, coaxing out every last drop.

It’s a damn handjob masterclass, complete with a thorough clean-up. She grabs a huge, plush sponge and gently runs it over him, rinsing away the evidence of his pleasure. The sponge skims along every dip and plane, her fingertips skimming his sensitive skin. He shudders, head falling back with a recovered moan.

And just like that, the shower drain swallows up the remnants of his orgasm, and the show is over. The moment is broken, the tingling in your groin fading back to a dull tingle.

You slink back to your room, feeling equal parts aroused and embarrassed. Your imagination goes wild; you imagine six different endings to that video. In one, you walk in on them and join the fun, all limbs and lions, a tangled knot of pleasure. In another, you watch them from the shadows, panting into your fist, fist pumping to the beat of her hand. In yet another, you intercept the video and blackmail him, forcing her to fulfill your every bedroom fantasy.

But alas, those are just fantasies. You’ll have to content yourself with the world’s supply of lotion and a vivid imagination.

You slip into your own shower, willing your pulse to slow. Under the tepid spray, you try to exorcise the vision of that morning shower, but it’s no use. All you can focus on is the way her hand pumped up and down his length, the sounds of their shared pleasure. You imagine lathering up your own cock, stroking to the rhythm of her movements.

By the time you’re done in the shower, you’re rock hard and panting. Game over, you resign yourself to a morning of jerking off, reliving that hot handjob scene over and over again in your head. So much for a relaxing Sunday.

What starts out as a simple peek in the shower becomes the highlight of your week, a masterclass in handjobs that you’ll never forget. Every lemme Fantasies about how that couple’s morning could have turned out, if only you’d been bold enough to seize the moment. But too much hesitation on your part means you’re left with only your imagination (and a lot of spilled hand cream) to satisfy your cravings.

As you nurse your morning wood, you can’t help but wonder – what other naughty shenanigans might be going down behind closed doors? Missed opportunities to join in on the fun, or maybe become part of an discreetly shared video if you were a little more daring. But for now, you’re left with blue balls, a vivid imagination, and rage: May the next girl you get in the shower with you like this want to actually fuck.