Tiles soaked by her squirt mid-missionary thrust

After slipping out of the tub, water still beading on her skin, she tugs him down to the ornate tile floor, her body aching for more. Legs spreading wide in invitation, she guides him into her slick heat, the slow grind building that delicious tension until her walls flutter and release. From above, her large breasts part with each deep push, nipples hardening as the wetness surges around his cock still buried inside. She gasps softly, hips rocking up to meet him, the squirt soaking them both on the cool tiles, her eyes half-lidded in that slow-burn ecstasy that leaves her trembling for the next wave.