She stood on her toes, hands pressed against the counter. The cooling mist snaking from her ankles up her legs caressed, in its rise, an ass still harboring a few glistening drops from the shower that sweet behind had recently departed.

His eyes ran up along her back, over the shoulder he had hungrily sucked on a night before, and up a tender neck he'd nibbled at just this morning. The eyes continued their roaming around her bitten lip before collapsing into the autumn meadow of her eyes.

Those plump cheeks, which capped her legs, those lovely hams from which bloomed her back, that sweet double handful of denim stretching flesh who his groin had distractingly sweet memories of, slapped itself around in strange applause as a long fart fled into the humid air.

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She batted her eyes and challenged him with sultry eye contact.

Their eyes danced in intimate tango while they tried to keep a straight face as the hot wet air soured inside their mouths and noses.

Then the world of that moment ended when one of them laughed and the other followed suit and they fled the humid stench made possible by the worlds inside of them.