Tessa and Kim were right there, their hands wandering over Minne's stomach and thighs, their voices a constant, low hum of encouragement.
"Look at her," Kim whispered, her eyes dark with hunger. "She's completely lost in it. You're ruining her, Evan."
"She's taking it like a pro," Tessa added, her hand sliding down to help guide my rhythm. "Harder, Evan. Give her everything."
I didn't need the prompt. I was seeing red, the friction of the soap and the tight, pulsing heat of her release starting to gather. My pace turned into a blurring, frantic vibration. I was pounding into her with a raw, unbridled force that made the shower glass rattle in its frame.
"I'm close, Minne!" I roared over the spray. "I'm going to fill you up!"
"Yes! Please! Give it to me!"
