Shivaay and Anika's tempestuous encounter stretched on for what felt like an eternity, their fevered bodies entwined and undulating in the pounding rain of the glass shower stall.

Anika gasped as Shivaay's hands roamed her slick curves, groping and kneading the pliant flesh as if he were trying to mold her to his will. "Shivaay," she whimpered, arching into his touch as his fingers dipped between her thighs, stroking the sensitive pearl nestled within her folds.