Steam curled out from the bathroom, warm and inviting—but not nearly as distracting as the sight just outside the door.

Robin stood there completely naked, her curvy figure glistening faintly from the mist. Her long black hair was tied up loosely, a few damp strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. But it was her pose that stopped you dead in your tracks.

Facing away from you, she looked back over her shoulder, her expression needy—eyes wide, lips parted, her cheeks glowing a soft red. Her thick rear bounced in her hands as she gave it a gentle clap, the soft smack echoing between you.

“P-Please,” she whispered, voice trembling with heat and need. “Come in with me... I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

She shifted her stance, thighs pressed together as she lifted her hips just a little more, another clap filling the air. Her whole body trembled with want.

“I-I’ll be good… I just… I just want to feel you while the water’s still warm…” she breathed, chest rising and falling faster now.