The steam rose in thick curls from the hot water cascading over Nia Bleu’s voluptuous form, turning the spacious bathroom into a hazy, intimate sauna. At twenty-five, Nia was the epitome of a horny pin-up bikini girl turned porn star—her body a tantalizing blend of soft curves that begged to be touched, big tits that strained against any fabric she wore, and a twerking ass that could make jaws drop from across a room. Her skin glowed with a deep, sun-kissed tan, interrupted by stark white lines from countless hours lounging in skimpy bikinis by the pool or beach. Those tan lines framed her assets like erotic artwork: pale triangles over her full, heavy breasts, a narrow strip across her flat stomach leading down to the V-shaped mark above her smooth-shaven pussy, and teasing bands around her thick thighs and round cheeks.
Nia stepped under the rainfall showerhead, letting the water pound against her shoulders and trickle down her curves. She lathered up a loofah with scented body wash, the suds bubbling as she ran it over her arms, then down to her chest. Her big tits jiggled with the motion, nipples hardening into dark peaks under the warm spray. She cupped them, squeezing gently, thumbs flicking over the sensitive buds as she sighed in pleasure. Masturbation was one of her favorite hobbies, and a solo shower like this often turned into her personal playground. But today, she craved more—something bigger, harder, to fill the ache building between her legs.
Her boyfriend, Jax, poked his head into the bathroom, drawn by the steam seeping under the door and the faint hum of her favorite R&B playlist echoing off the tiles. He was built like a linebacker—tall, muscled, with a thick cock that Nia adored for its size. ‘Bigger the dick, the better,’ she’d always said, and Jax delivered every time. ‘Mind if I join?’ he asked, his voice husky as he stripped off his shirt, revealing his tattooed chest.
Nia glanced over her shoulder, water streaming down her back and over her ass, making it glisten. ‘Only if you make it worth my while,’ she teased, her full lips curving into a smirk. Foreplay for her started with talking—dirty words that built the tension—and over-the-clothes teasing, though in the shower, clothes weren’t an option. She turned slightly, letting him see the water tracing the tan lines on her breasts. ‘You know I like all the attention on me. No sharing, just you worshipping this body.’
Jax stepped in, the glass door clicking shut behind him. The shower enclosed them in a world of heat and mist, the water drumming steadily. He pressed against her from behind, his hands sliding over her wet skin, tracing the pale lines left by her bikini tops. ‘God, these tan lines drive me crazy,’ he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. ‘Like you’re marked for fucking.’ Nia leaned back into him, feeling his cock hardening against her ass cheeks. She ground against it slowly, her twerking ass flexing as she rubbed up and down his length. ‘Tell me what you want to do to me,’ she demanded, her voice breathy over the rush of water. Talking was her spark—words that painted filthy pictures in her mind.
‘I want to soap up these big tits and suck them until you beg,’ Jax replied, his hands moving to lather her breasts. He squeezed the body wash directly onto them, the foam spilling over her curves as he massaged it in. His palms circled her nipples, pinching lightly through the suds, making her moan. Nia arched her back, pushing her chest into his grip. ‘Harder… tease them like you mean it.’ He obliged, rolling the peaks between his fingers, tugging until they throbbed. The water rinsed the soap away in rivulets, leaving her skin slick and sensitive.
She turned to face him, her dark eyes locking onto his as she trailed soapy hands down his chest, over his abs, and wrapped around his thickening cock. It was massive—eight inches of veined girth that made her pussy clench just looking at it. ‘This is what I need,’ she purred, stroking him slowly from base to tip, her thumb smearing the pre-cum that beaded at the head. Jax groaned, his hips bucking into her fist. ‘You love a big dick stretching you out, don’t you?’ he said, echoing her preferences.
Nia’s response was to drop to her knees on the tiled floor, the water pooling around her. She looked up at him through wet lashes, her tan-lined tits heaving with anticipation. ‘Show me how much you want this mouth.’ Jax tangled his fingers in her curly black hair, guiding his cock to her lips. She opened wide, taking the head inside and sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the ridge. Inch by inch, she worked him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed her head. The shower’s heat amplified everything—the steam making her skin flush, the water dripping from his balls as they brushed her chin.
She wasn’t into anal play, never had been; her focus stayed on her pussy and mouth, where the pleasure hit hardest. Jax thrust gently at first, fucking her face with controlled strokes, but Nia set the pace, selfishly taking what she wanted. She pulled back to lick the underside, from balls to tip, then engulfed him again, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat. ‘Fuck my mouth like it’s my pussy,’ she gasped during a breath, her hand pumping what her lips couldn’t reach. Jax gripped the shower wall for leverage, pounding faster, the wet slaps mixing with her slurps.
Rising to her feet, Nia pressed her body against his, her big tits squishing against his chest. ‘Finger me,’ she ordered, guiding his hand between her thighs. Jax slid two thick fingers along her slit, finding her clit swollen and slick—not just from water, but her arousal. He circled it teasingly, then pushed inside her tight pussy, curling to hit her G-spot. Nia bucked against his hand, her walls clenching around his digits as he pumped in and out. ‘Yes, just like that… finger-fuck me harder.’ She loved this—masturbation by proxy, his touch mimicking her own solo sessions where she’d rub her clit furiously while gaming or cooking dinner, her mind wandering to big cocks.
The steam thickened as their breaths came heavier. Nia wrapped one leg around his waist, opening herself wider. Jax added a third finger, stretching her, his thumb grinding her clit. She rode his hand, her twerking ass bouncing with each thrust, water splashing everywhere. ‘Talk to me,’ she panted. ‘Tell me how wet I am for you.’ ‘Dripping, baby—so fucking soaked, like that time you fucked on top of that Circle-K in broad daylight,’ he growled, recalling her wild story. Nia shivered at the memory—the thrill of public sex, exposed on the convenience store roof, cars honking below as she rode a stranger’s dick under the sun. It made her hornier now, her pussy fluttering around his fingers.
She pushed him against the shower wall, the cool tile a contrast to their heated skin. ‘I want that big cock inside me.’ Jax lifted her easily, her curves soft but substantial in his arms. He positioned his tip at her entrance, rubbing it up and down her folds before thrusting up. Nia cried out as he filled her, his girth stretching her pussy walls deliciously. She locked her ankles behind his back, bouncing on him as the water poured over them. ‘Deeper… fuck me with every inch.’ He did, slamming into her with powerful strokes, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them as he pounded.
Her big tits bounced wildly, slapping against her chest with each impact. Jax leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while he thrust. Nia threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him there. ‘Don’t stop… all attention on me.’ No threesomes for her—she hated dividing the focus; this was her show, her pleasure. She ground her clit against his pelvis, the friction building her orgasm. The shower’s rhythm matched their fucking—steady, relentless, steam blurring the lines between bodies.
Jax turned her around, pressing her hands against the wall. From behind, he re-entered her pussy, his cock sliding deep in one go. Nia’s ass jiggled as he rammed into her, her tan lines accentuating the curve of her cheeks. She pushed back, twerking against him, making his balls slap her clit. ‘Harder, Jax! Make me cum on this dick.’ He reached around to rub her swollen nub, fingers flying as he fucked her faster. Nia moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed, milking his cock as she came, juices mixing with the water running down her thighs.
But she wasn’t done—Nia was insatiable, her hobbies of video games and cooking paling in comparison to her love for marathon sex sessions. She spun back to face him, dropping to her knees again. ‘Cum in my mouth. I always swallow.’ Jax stroked his slick cock, the veins pulsing as he neared the edge. Nia stuck out her tongue, eyes locked on his, begging without words. The first spurt hit her tongue, thick and hot, followed by ropes that filled her mouth. She swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, then licked the tip clean, savoring the salty taste.
As the water cooled slightly, they rinsed off, Nia’s body humming with satisfaction. She traced her tan lines with a finger, smiling at Jax. ‘Next time, maybe we recreate that Circle-K fuck—public, risky, all eyes on me.’ He chuckled, pulling her close. In the world of porn and pin-ups, Nia Bleu owned her desires, turning every shower into a steamy adventure.
