Backstage Relaxation

[MR. Q]

Leading Kyra into the spacious tiled shower area, Ivan carefully placed her on her feet, ensuring she kept her balance before turning on the warm water. He stood beside her, hands roaming her sides to assist her in remaining standing.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Ivan said.

Reaching for the soap, Ivan lathered a generous amount in his palms before applying it to Kyra's breasts, working the suds into her delicate skin with gentle strokes. His thumbs circled her stiff peaks, coaxing them to soften as he continued to clean her upper body.

Once satisfied, Ivan reached below, soaping up her thighs, slowly moving downwards to pay special attention to her recently used sex. He rinsed her thoroughly, making sure to wipe away every trace of their earlier activities.

"So in the scale of 1-10, how's my heel my heel persona going on?" Ivan asked with a playful smirk.

The real Ivan.

[KyraAgmento]

*Kyra sighed and staggered slightly as Ivan put her back on her feet, she reached for the soap but relaxed as Ivan was faster and started to rub over her body with it.*
"Oh well...."
*she giggled*
"This is just an act?"
*sie laughed in disbilieve.*

[MR. Q]

Chuckling low in his throat, Ivan scrubbed the sudsy mixture all over Kyra's lithe form, focusing on her newly washed skin glistening with water droplets under the shower's warm rays. He met her amused gaze with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

"In part, yeah. But don't worry, I'm always a bit on the rougher side." he assured her, his hands gliding over the smooth expanse of her skin, lingering momentarily on her navel before drifting lower.

"After all, that's what gets me paid." He said.

"So, do you want me to continue as the big bad monster or treat you like a princess?"

[KyraAgmento]

"oh well...."
*she giggled*
"I'm no princess never was, so go rough on me."
*Kyra smiled and shrugged.*
"And it is part of our job to play our roles."
*The blonde snuggled to Ivan and nuzzled his shoulder while relaxing.*
"they should install bathtubes in the lockerrooms."

[MR. Q]

Ivan chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest as he wrapped an arm around Kyra, holding her close against him. "Alright then, rough it is."

He spun her around, pinning her back against the cool tile wall. His free hand grasped her chin, tilting her head up to meet his hungry gaze. "You want it rough, huh?"

Without waiting for a reply, Ivan crashed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving past her defenses to claim her mouth. One hand slid down to grip her ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh as he ground his erection against her hip.

Breaking the kiss, Ivan trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin until he reached her collarbone. "We'll see about that bathtub idea later," he murmured against her skin, "for now, let's make use of this shower."

Grinning wickedly, Ivan squeezed a generous dollop of soap onto his thick shaft, rubbing the suds all over his pulsing length. He positioned himself in front of Kyra, who was pinned against the tiles, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Leaning in, Ivan captured her lips in a fierce, dominating kiss as he lined up his soapy cock with her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, relishing the sensation of her hot, slick walls enveloping him.

"Mmm, feels even better coated in soap," Ivan groaned, breaking the kiss to gaze into Kyra's eyes as he began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside before plunging back in, setting a relentless pace.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed off the shower walls as Ivan fucked Kyra with primal intensity, the soap creating a slick glide between their bodies.