06-09-2026, 08:37 AM
**✅ Day 2 – Morning Shower**
Morning light filtered through the edges of the heavy curtains.
Pooja woke to the sound of water running. The space beside her on the large bed was empty, the sheets still warm and tangled. For a moment she simply lay there, feeling the pleasant ache between her legs and the dull tenderness in her breasts and ass from the night before. Then she rose, naked, and followed the sound of the shower.
The bathroom was already filled with soft steam. Matteo stood under the wide rain shower, water cascading over his shoulders and down the hard lines of his body. Pooja paused in the doorway and watched him for several seconds — the broad back, the narrow waist, the thick muscles of his thighs and ass. When he turned and saw her, he said nothing. He only held out one hand.
She stepped under the water with him.
The heat immediately soaked her hair and ran down her skin. She placed both palms on his chest and slowly dragged them downward, feeling every ridge of muscle, the firmness of his stomach, the deep V that led lower. Her fingers traced the lines with open appreciation.
**Pooja** (voice still rough from sleep and the previous night):
I love your body… the way it feels under my hands.
She sank to her knees on the warm marble without being asked. Water streamed over her face and shoulders as she took his cock in both hands. It was already heavy and thickening. She kissed the tip, then opened her mouth and sank down, letting the water and her saliva mix as she sucked him. She worked slowly at first, then deeper, one hand stroking what her mouth could not take, the other cupping his balls. Matteo rested one hand on the wet wall and looked down at her, jaw tight.
**Matteo**:
That’s it… take it deeper.
She did. The wet heat of the shower made everything slicker. She bobbed her head with growing hunger, eyes half-closed, soft wet sounds rising even above the water. When he was fully hard and glistening she pulled off, kissed the shaft once more, and stood.
He turned her immediately.
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### Pose 1 – Standing, Face to Face
Matteo lifted one of her thighs high against his hip and pushed inside her in a single smooth, deep thrust. The sudden stretch forced a loud gasp from her throat. Water ran between their bodies as he began to fuck her standing, one arm locked under her leg, the other braced on the wall beside her head. Each upward thrust lifted her slightly onto her toes.
**Pooja** (moaning against his wet shoulder):
Fuck… it’s so deep like this…
**Matteo**:
Feel every inch. This is how you get fucked in the morning.
He kept the pace steady and strong, the wet slap of their skin mixing with the sound of the shower. Her heavy breasts pressed and slid against his hard chest. She clung to him, fingers digging into the muscles of his back and shoulders, feeling them flex with every movement.
---
### Pose 2 – From Behind (Standing Doggy)
After a long stretch he pulled out, turned her to face the marble wall, and pushed her upper body forward. She braced both hands on the cool surface. He entered her again from behind in one hard thrust that made her cry out. The new angle felt even thicker. He gripped her wet hips and began to pound her with short, powerful strokes, water splashing around them with every impact.
**Pooja** (voice rising):
Ah— yes— just like that— harder—
**Matteo** (leaning over her, mouth close to her ear):
You’ve never been fucked standing in a shower before, have you?
**Pooja**:
Never… not like this… no one ever—
He spanked her wet ass once, sharply, then again. The sound cracked through the steamy air. She pushed back to meet every thrust, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. The combination of the heat, the water, and the relentless depth made her legs tremble.
---
### Pose 3 – Lifted Against the Wall
When her thighs began to shake in earnest he pulled out, turned her, and lifted her completely off the floor as if she weighed nothing. Her back met the marble wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist on instinct. He thrust back inside her in the same motion and pinned her there, one arm under her ass, the other braced beside her head.
Then he fucked her.
Deep, hard, upward strokes that drove the air from her lungs. Their mouths met in a messy, open kiss — tongues sliding, water running between them, her ruined lipstick from the night before long gone. She could feel every thick inch moving inside her, every flex of the muscles in his shoulders and arms as he held her up and pounded her against the wall.
**Pooja** (breaking the kiss, almost sobbing with pleasure):
I’ve never been fucked like this in my life… never… you’re so strong… it’s so deep—
**Matteo** (voice rough, still thrusting):
Take it. This is what you needed for five years.
**Pooja**:
Yes— yes I needed this— don’t stop— please don’t stop—
She came hard, legs tightening around him, a broken cry echoing off the marble. He fucked her through it without slowing, the wet heat of the shower making every movement slick and filthy. When her orgasm finally loosened its grip he continued, chasing his own, until he buried himself to the base and emptied thick pulses of cum deep inside her with a low, guttural sound.
He held her there against the wall for a long moment afterward, still inside her, both of them breathing hard under the falling water. Slowly he let her feet return to the floor. Cum immediately began to leak down her inner thighs, washed away in pale streaks by the shower.
Pooja leaned her forehead against his wet chest, palms still resting on the hard muscles of his stomach.
**Pooja** (quiet, almost wondering):
I didn’t know it could feel like this… standing… held up… completely full…
Matteo tilted her chin up and kissed her once, slower now.
**Matteo**:
Good. Remember it. We still have the rest of the day and another night.
Outside the fogged glass the morning continued.
Inside the shower, Pooja stayed pressed against him, legs unsteady, already aware that the ache between her thighs would follow her for hours — and that she wanted it to.
---
Morning light filtered through the edges of the heavy curtains.
Pooja woke to the sound of water running. The space beside her on the large bed was empty, the sheets still warm and tangled. For a moment she simply lay there, feeling the pleasant ache between her legs and the dull tenderness in her breasts and ass from the night before. Then she rose, naked, and followed the sound of the shower.
The bathroom was already filled with soft steam. Matteo stood under the wide rain shower, water cascading over his shoulders and down the hard lines of his body. Pooja paused in the doorway and watched him for several seconds — the broad back, the narrow waist, the thick muscles of his thighs and ass. When he turned and saw her, he said nothing. He only held out one hand.
She stepped under the water with him.
The heat immediately soaked her hair and ran down her skin. She placed both palms on his chest and slowly dragged them downward, feeling every ridge of muscle, the firmness of his stomach, the deep V that led lower. Her fingers traced the lines with open appreciation.
**Pooja** (voice still rough from sleep and the previous night):
I love your body… the way it feels under my hands.
She sank to her knees on the warm marble without being asked. Water streamed over her face and shoulders as she took his cock in both hands. It was already heavy and thickening. She kissed the tip, then opened her mouth and sank down, letting the water and her saliva mix as she sucked him. She worked slowly at first, then deeper, one hand stroking what her mouth could not take, the other cupping his balls. Matteo rested one hand on the wet wall and looked down at her, jaw tight.
**Matteo**:
That’s it… take it deeper.
She did. The wet heat of the shower made everything slicker. She bobbed her head with growing hunger, eyes half-closed, soft wet sounds rising even above the water. When he was fully hard and glistening she pulled off, kissed the shaft once more, and stood.
He turned her immediately.
---
### Pose 1 – Standing, Face to Face
Matteo lifted one of her thighs high against his hip and pushed inside her in a single smooth, deep thrust. The sudden stretch forced a loud gasp from her throat. Water ran between their bodies as he began to fuck her standing, one arm locked under her leg, the other braced on the wall beside her head. Each upward thrust lifted her slightly onto her toes.
**Pooja** (moaning against his wet shoulder):
Fuck… it’s so deep like this…
**Matteo**:
Feel every inch. This is how you get fucked in the morning.
He kept the pace steady and strong, the wet slap of their skin mixing with the sound of the shower. Her heavy breasts pressed and slid against his hard chest. She clung to him, fingers digging into the muscles of his back and shoulders, feeling them flex with every movement.
---
### Pose 2 – From Behind (Standing Doggy)
After a long stretch he pulled out, turned her to face the marble wall, and pushed her upper body forward. She braced both hands on the cool surface. He entered her again from behind in one hard thrust that made her cry out. The new angle felt even thicker. He gripped her wet hips and began to pound her with short, powerful strokes, water splashing around them with every impact.
**Pooja** (voice rising):
Ah— yes— just like that— harder—
**Matteo** (leaning over her, mouth close to her ear):
You’ve never been fucked standing in a shower before, have you?
**Pooja**:
Never… not like this… no one ever—
He spanked her wet ass once, sharply, then again. The sound cracked through the steamy air. She pushed back to meet every thrust, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. The combination of the heat, the water, and the relentless depth made her legs tremble.
---
### Pose 3 – Lifted Against the Wall
When her thighs began to shake in earnest he pulled out, turned her, and lifted her completely off the floor as if she weighed nothing. Her back met the marble wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist on instinct. He thrust back inside her in the same motion and pinned her there, one arm under her ass, the other braced beside her head.
Then he fucked her.
Deep, hard, upward strokes that drove the air from her lungs. Their mouths met in a messy, open kiss — tongues sliding, water running between them, her ruined lipstick from the night before long gone. She could feel every thick inch moving inside her, every flex of the muscles in his shoulders and arms as he held her up and pounded her against the wall.
**Pooja** (breaking the kiss, almost sobbing with pleasure):
I’ve never been fucked like this in my life… never… you’re so strong… it’s so deep—
**Matteo** (voice rough, still thrusting):
Take it. This is what you needed for five years.
**Pooja**:
Yes— yes I needed this— don’t stop— please don’t stop—
She came hard, legs tightening around him, a broken cry echoing off the marble. He fucked her through it without slowing, the wet heat of the shower making every movement slick and filthy. When her orgasm finally loosened its grip he continued, chasing his own, until he buried himself to the base and emptied thick pulses of cum deep inside her with a low, guttural sound.
He held her there against the wall for a long moment afterward, still inside her, both of them breathing hard under the falling water. Slowly he let her feet return to the floor. Cum immediately began to leak down her inner thighs, washed away in pale streaks by the shower.
Pooja leaned her forehead against his wet chest, palms still resting on the hard muscles of his stomach.
**Pooja** (quiet, almost wondering):
I didn’t know it could feel like this… standing… held up… completely full…
Matteo tilted her chin up and kissed her once, slower now.
**Matteo**:
Good. Remember it. We still have the rest of the day and another night.
Outside the fogged glass the morning continued.
Inside the shower, Pooja stayed pressed against him, legs unsteady, already aware that the ache between her thighs would follow her for hours — and that she wanted it to.
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