#taurasi

[st4rrzynight]

this is gonna be my reaction to everything and everyone from now on

[wine-picks]

🇮🇹 🍷 It's Wine Wednesday and I'm enjoying lovely 2018 Nativ Rue 333 Taurasi (92 pts, $47) from Campania tonight. This Aglianico is a new arrival in Italy Destination Collection at LCBO. Full review: https://rebrand.ly/lp6v5bl

[kazual-sportz-radio-network]

Mercury Talent Starting to Match on Paper, but Fall Again

Tonight in New York the stars came out early before this weekend’s all-star break, as the Phoenix Mercury played their best game of the season in a loss to the New York Liberty. The Mercury were down as many as 20 points in the game and also dealing with the scoring machine that is Breanna Stewart. Breanna Stewart scored 43 points and schooled pretty much every defender thrown at her, and the…

[fullreggaetord]

Nike LeBron NXXT Gen AMPD “Diana Taurasi” se lanzará en octubre de 2024

Nike está lanzando una edición especial de colores LeBron NXXT Gen Ampd en honor a la leyenda de la WNBA Diana Taurasi. Esta versión limitada se inspira en la ilustre carrera de Taurasi y su equipo, el Phoenix Mercury. El diseño presenta una elegante base de malla y nobuk negro, que irradia elegancia y resistencia. Los detalles en violeta y naranja brillantes complementan la zapatilla, capturando…

[a2zsportsnews]

Paris Olympics 2024: USA icon Taurasi bows out of Games basketball with sixth gold

Diana Taurasi capped her international career with a sixth Olympic gold medal on Sunday, calling it “truly an honour” to represent the USA and see the growth of the global game. The United States won its record eighth straight gold with a gritty 67-66 victory over host nation France. Taurasi, with gold in 2004, 2008, 2012, 2016, 2020 and 2024, surpassed Sue Bird for the most Olympic golds by an…

[kakivino]

Mastroberardino 2015 Taurasi Radici

Equine funk and leather at first, followed by plum, black fruit, red flowers, smoke and earth. Dense and robust on palate, the ripe core of dark and red fruit is tightly-wound in firm, dusty tannins, nothing a slab of steak couldn't handle. A fortnight sitting in half-filled half bottle has conjured up fresh florals and salted preserved kumquat which add vibrancy and a savory dimension. Well-mannered and beautifully balanced. Surprising approachability. Promising. — ★★★½

Appellation: Taurasi Region: Taurasi, Campania, Italy Subzone: Cépage: 100% Aglianico Abv: 13.5% Production: n/a Élevage: 24 months in French oak barriques and Slavonian casks, 24 in bottle Distributor: Milawa

Critic Reviews:

Fully saturated ruby. Aromas of woodsy underbrush and red cherry, plus a dusting of crushed stones and red flowers. Refined and perfectly balanced on the palate, conveying a seamless quality to the dark and red fruit flavors. Finishes very pure and long with mineral accents. Lovely. Ian d'Agata (Vinous, 11/2019) 92+

Mid ruby. Grilled meat, nutty spice and smoke, with overripe red-cherry fruit beneath. Focused, ripe red-cherry fruit on the palate, with precision of fine-grained, fairly firm tannins. Precise, direct and linear, but by no means simple, carrying smoky, saline, rocky mineral savoury layers. Long. Classy. Tim Jackson (Jancis Robinson, 03/2019) 17+

Fresh and focused, this elegant, medium- to full-bodied version features plush tannins married to ripe cherry and raspberry fruit. A subtle underpinning of loamy earth and an aromatic skein of saffron and spice unravels on the long finish. Alison Napjus (Wine Spectator, 04/2019) 91

The Mastroberardino 2015 Taurasi Radici is a dark and savory wine with thickly stacked aromas of black fruit, tar, licorice and campfire ash. This is a baritone Taurasi from a warm and sunny vintage that boasts concentrated and rich flavors as a result. Despite the evident power you get here, Taurasi has a beautiful manner of staying focused and sharp nonetheless. This wine demonstrates that quality very nicely. Monica Larner (Wine Advocate, 10/2019) 93

A benchmark for Aglianico, Radici was first produced in 1986. A wine to age for decades, yet surprisingly approachable now. Great density with concentration and depth. Aged two years in oak and two in bottle, this has intense, pure fruit allied to subtle oak, fine tannins and elegance. Some smoky, mineral flavours starting to appear. Ultra refined. A wine with real sense of place. Andy Howard (Decanter, 02/2020) 96

[wine-porn]

Bull by the Horns

Oh… Aglianico: how I love thee. And this is a BEAUTY. Not a trace of brick at 6, a nose packed with cinnamon and nutmeg and allspice, laid down on an earthy wonder quite astonishing and nearly unbelievable in its complexity and spicy balance. Strong cranberry and deep raspberry fly on smoky wings through both bouquet and palate, the latter a biting acidic fist of cling before bitter tannin seals…

[taurasiluvr]

SIZE KINKS WITH MY FAVORITES !

including . . . paige bueckers, diana taurasi, emily engstler & caitlin clark

how you can help palestine

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. lesbian... sex, a lot of it lmao. fingering, praise, size kinks.

 ⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; requests are open for those who want to send them in :p also just wanted to add i tried making this as inclusive as possible, if you are plus-sized, let me know if this was good !! its never my intention to make anyone feel left out, my writing is for EVERYBODY (except men)

PAIGE BUECKERS (slight nsfw)

 ⠀ ── ⠀paige is taller than most people, standing at around 5"11'. all her previous partners were taller/around her height so once she'd began dating you, everything kind of shifted and she loved it. she likes to tease you about it a lot – and yes, she is the type to purposely put the mugs on the highest shelf so that you call her over – and with some convincing (she loves seeing you struggle on your tippy-toes, trying to reach), she'll come and help you.

however, not only does she love it – it turns her on exponentially. the way she could easily push you around and assert her dominance in small, playful ways became an undeniable part of your relationship. she adored the way you looked up at her with those wide eyes, the mixture of surprise and amusement whenever she effortlessly moved you out of the way or pinned you playfully against a wall.

paige found herself reveling in the power dynamic, her hands lingering on you a little longer, her touches a little more deliberate. the height difference allowed her to envelop you completely, to make you feel secure yet electrified by her presence. she loved how easily she could lift you, how her strength contrasted with your smaller frame, and how it made her feel in control yet deeply connected to you. every time you called for her help, whether it was to reach something or open a stubborn jar, she felt a thrill run through her. it was more than just the physical act; it was the way you relied on her, the way you trusted her to take care of you in those moments. that trust, that dependency, was intoxicating for paige.

she wouldn't call it a kink per say – more like an aspect of your relationship that added an extra layer of excitement and intimacy. she loved the way you looked at her when she teased you, the playful spark in your eyes that matched her own. it was a game you both played, one that kept the flame of your relationship burning bright. and while she wouldn't call it a kink (it for sure is), she couldn't deny how incredibly turned on she was by the way your dynamics played out.

“need some help, shorty?” she called out as she walked into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with that familiar, mischievous smirk.

you sighed dramatically, “you know, you could just put things where i can reach them.”

“but where’s the fun in that?” she teased, stepping closer.

she pressed herself against your back, reaching up effortlessly to grab the bowl. you felt her breath on your neck, and a shiver ran through you. she lingered, her body warm and solid against yours, and you could sense her enjoying the moment. her arm brushed against your side as she placed the bowl in your hands, and she didn't pull away immediately. instead, she stayed close, her fingers lightly tracing the line of your shoulder.

“you're too cute when you struggle,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear.

you turned around to face her, your heart racing. the playful glint in her eyes had shifted to something deeper, more intense. she looked down at you, her height making you feel both vulnerable and cherished.

“it's not fair,” you said softly, but your voice lacked any real protest.

paige smiled, her hands coming to rest on your hips. she leaned down, her forehead touching yours, and you felt her warmth envelop you.

“that's too bad cus i really enjoy it,” she murmured, her lips dangerously close to yours. you scoffed, shaking your head dramatically as she laughed.

you could feel the heat between you both, a magnetic pull that had your pulse quickening. she loved having this slight edge over you, the way it made you look up to her – both literally and figuratively. unable to resist any longer, she closed the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. you responded immediately as her arms wrapping around you, lifting you slightly off the ground, making you feel even smaller in her embrace. the kiss deepened, and you melted into her, your fingers tangling in her hair.

when she finally set you down, you were both breathless. paige's eyes were dark with desire, and she pressed her forehead against yours once more.

“you drive me crazy, you know that?” she whispered.

you smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “great. now, can we get back to making dinner? ’m starving.”

she laughed, a rich, joyful sound that made your heart soar. “only if you promise to keep needing my help with the high shelves.”

you nodded, a playful glint in your eye. “m’kay.”

DIANA TAURASI (nsfw)

 ⠀ ── ⠀she knew what she was getting herself into the moment she began dating you. unlike paige, she would (and has) admitted to having a shameless size kink. diana towers over almost everyone, being 6ft and all – but it really gets her going when it's you.

in bed, she never ever shys away from showing you not only how small you are compared to her – but how strong she is. diana's eyes gleam with anticipation as she playfully pins you down, her muscular frame effortlessly holding you in place. the contrast between her towering height and your smaller stature ignites a primal excitement in her. she loves the way you fit perfectly against her, the way she can envelop you with her body and make you feel both vulnerable and protected at the same time. diana takes immense pleasure in using her height and strength to her advantage, positioning you just where she wants you, lifting you effortlessly, and holding you in place with ease.

she's fiercely confident, and it shows in every movement. diana knows exactly how to play with the power dynamic, teasing you with her dominance while also ensuring you feel cherished. her touch is commanding, yet tender, and she enjoys exploring the boundaries of her strength and your responsiveness.

when she's not pinning you down, she enjoys playfully lifting you, carrying you around, or simply holding you close to her, making you feel small and cherished. diana's size and strength are constant reminders of her presence, and she loves the way you respond to her, the way you melt under her touch, the way your breath catches when she effortlessly moves you. and again, it turns her on in a way she can't even begin to explain.

diana's enjoyment of her size kink isn’t just physical; it's also deeply psychological. she loves the way you look at her with a mix of awe and desire, the way your body reacts to her dominance, the way you crave the unique dynamic you share. it's an intoxicating power play that she never tires of, of strength and submission that fuels her passion.

diana's eyes gleam with anticipation as she pins you down, her muscular frame effortlessly holding you in place. the contrast between her towering height and your smaller stature ignites a primal excitement in her.

“look at you,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “so tiny beneath me.”

diana revels in this dynamic, the way you squirm under her dominance; it's a game she loves to play, and you're a willing participant.

she lifts you with ease, her hands gripping your waist as if you weigh nothing. you feel the heat of her breath against your skin as she whispers, “could hold you like this forever, princess.”

there's a possessive hunger in her eyes, a deep-seated desire to remind you of your place in her world. she seats you down on her lap as she spreads your legs, you could feel her breath fanning on your neck. she rubs your clothed pussy, earning a moan from your lips. her lips quirked up into an excited smirk as she watches your reaction.

“you like that, don’t you?” she teases, her voice low and husky. her fingers continue their relentless teasing, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. the friction, even through your clothes, sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“such a good little thing for me,” she praises, her tone both affectionate and commanding. her free hand moves to your hip, holding you in place with a firm yet gentle grip. the intensity of her gaze never wavers, her eyes drinking in every expression that crosses your face.

she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “love how responsive you are,” she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. “every little sound you make, every shiver... it drives me crazy, baby.”

diana's hands grow bolder, one slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin, the other continuing its tormenting touch. she revels in the way your body reacts to her, the way you arch into her touch, the soft gasps and moans that escape your lips.

“mine,” she murmurs possessively, her voice a mix of desire and adoration. “all mine.”

with each passing moment, the intensity between you builds, a potent mix of lust and intimacy that leaves you breathless. diana's dominance is unwavering, yet there's a tenderness in her touch that speaks volumes about her feelings for you.

her lips find yours in a searing kiss, full of passion and possessiveness. her hand moves faster, the pressure increasing, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “wanna hear you, princess.” she demands softly, her voice a tantalizing whisper against your lips.

EMILY ENGSTLER (nsfw)

 ⠀ ── ⠀emily liked the fact she was much taller than you, but it wasn't until she finally slept with you when she realized how much it turned her on. in daily life, it was honestly just a plus for her – she loved holding your hips as she led you places, feeling the way you fit perfectly against her side.

she reveled in the little things, like reaching for items on high shelves for you or wrapping her long arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked. it made her feel protective and strong, and she could see the appreciation in your eyes, the way you leaned into her touch. and like paige, she'd never call it a size kink even though... it for sure was.

but it was in the privacy of the bedroom where emily's height advantage truly came into play. the first time she had you beneath her, your smaller frame dwarfed by her own, she felt a surge of excitement that she hadn't anticipated. the sight of you looking up at her, wide-eyed and eager, was intoxicating – it got her wet beyond comprehension.

she loved the way you responded to her, the way you would shiver under her touch, your breath hitching as her hands explored your body. emily found herself becoming bolder, her confidence growing with each gasp and moan she elicited from you the more you guys fucked. she'd pin your wrists above your head, her grip firm but gentle, and savor the sight of you laid out beneath her, completely at her mercy.

emily's dominant side thrived on your willingness, your trust in her. she enjoyed the power play, the way she could effortlessly maneuver you into different positions, the way her strength made you feel both vulnerable and cherished. it was a thrilling dynamic, one that brought you both closer together.

outside the bedroom, her dominance was subtler but no less significant. she'd guide you with a hand on your lower back, steer you through crowds with ease, always keeping you close. the height difference was a constant reminder of the bond you shared, a dynamic that seeped into every aspect of your relationship.

"you're so beautiful," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "love how perfectly you fit with me."

with a fluid motion, emily lifted you effortlessly, placing you on the bed. you gazed up at her, feeling a familiar thrill as she towered over you, her presence both commanding and comforting. she straddled your waist, her long legs framing your body, and leaned down to kiss you, her lips capturing yours in a slow, passionate kiss that left you breathless.

she pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire. "you like it when i take control?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

"yes," you breathed, your response immediate and sincere.

a smile curved her red lips as she pinned your wrists above your head, her grip firm but not painful. the weight of her body pressed against yours, a delicious reminder of her strength and dominance. she leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "good," she whispered. "cus i love it too."

CAITLIN CLARK (nsfw)

 ⠀ ── ⠀caitlin never missed an opportunity to show you how small you are compared to her. whether it was easily pushing to the side or or lifting you up as if you weighed nothing, she reveled in the stark difference between your statures. it was a reminder of her strength and dominance, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill every time she did it.

caitlin's dominance showed in countless little ways, she loved wrapping an arm around your waist, guiding you through crowds with an ease that made you feel safe and protected. her height allowed her to effortlessly reach things on high shelves for you, a simple act that never failed to bring a smile to her face. she enjoyed playfully teasing you about your size, her comments always laced with affection.

caitlin's physicality was a constant presence, whether she was picking you up for a quick kiss or pulling you into her lap while watching a movie. she thrived on the power dynamic, finding joy in the way you responded to her strength. your smaller frame seemed to increase her confidence, making her feel both powerful and nurturing.

her protective nature extended beyond physical gestures. caitlin was always looking out for you, her sharp eyes and quick reflexes ensuring you were never in harm's way. she took pride in being your rock, someone you could rely on no matter the situation. this sense of security and trust deepened your bond, reinforcing the unique dynamic that defined your relationship.

in more intimate moments, caitlin's dominance took on a deeper, more intense form. she loved exploring the contrast between your bodies, the way her hands could easily envelop yours, her arms strong and reassuring around you. she loved watching your reactions, the way your breath hitched and your body shivered under her touch.

she placed you gently on the bed, her hands lingering on your hips as she leaned down to kiss you. the kiss was soft at first, but it quickly deepened, her lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your heart race.

caitlin pulled back, her eyes dark with desire as she looked down at you. "you're so perfect like this," she murmured, her hands sliding up your sides. "so small and delicate."

you shivered under her touch, the weight of her gaze making you feel both vulnerable and incredibly turned on. caitlin's hands were firm yet gentle as she pinned your wrists above your head, her body pressing against yours. the sensation of her strength holding you in place sent a wave of excitement through you.

"you like it when i take control, sweet girl?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

"yes," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

a satisfied smile spread across caitlin's face as she leaned down to kiss your neck, her lips leaving a trail of faint hickies in their wake. her hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour with a possessive hunger. she loved the way you responded to her touch, the way your body arched and trembled beneath her.

"so fucking pretty," she whispered against your skin, her voice full of adoration. "all for me."

her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but moan softly in response. caitlin hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly as she positioned herself between your legs. her fingers teased your entrance, you were practically dripping and caitlin loved it.

"so wet and i haven't even touched you yet, baby." she mumbled as she looked down at you, her lips quirked into a smirk.

her finger slipped into your sopping cunt as your head fell back in pure ecstasy. she added another finger, then another and you swore you've never felt more full in your life despite it just being her fingers.

"let go for me," she urged, her voice a soothing command. "wanna hear you."

with each thrust, the sensations built within you, your moans growing louder as you neared the edge. caitlin's touch was everywhere, her presence overwhelming and comforting all at once. you clung to her, your body responding to her in a way that was almost instinctual.

when you finally reached your peak, you cried out her name, your body shuddering with release. caitlin held you close, her strong arms wrapping around you as you came down from your high. she kissed your forehead, her lips gentle and tender against your skin.

"my sweet girl," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine affection. "i love you so much."

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[female-buckets]

mother and daughter

[k8martins]

she’s so rude LMFAOO

[pboogerswbb]

in da clurb… we all fam 💜

[droopycoquette]

Feel It || Diana Taurasi x Reader

Drabble

Warnings: smut, top!diana

Word count: .3k

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“Can you feel it, carino,” she grunted as she leaned over, her chest coming into contact with your back. “Hmm?”

Your sopping wet core sucked in Diana’s strap as its vulgar noises echoed off your shared bedroom. It was a maddening contrast to the soft kisses she gave your shoulder. The scent of her cologne mixed with the smell of sex only filled you with a desperate need to be close to Diana. With each kiss on your shoulder, a jolt of electricity shot through your body, igniting a fire deep within your core.

Her hips never stilled, hitting the backs of your thighs and leaving a satisfying sting that she knew would tingle afterward. She straightened up, and her large hands gripped your hips and forced them to meet hers. She loved seeing your hips and thighs jiggle when she thrust.

“Tell me,” she demanded softly, stilling. “Tell me where you feel it.”

The only sound that came out of you were whines, and she watched as you began to fuck yourself onto her strap, witnessing your blatant need and lust for her. She craved your need and drank it in happily.

A freckled hand reached around and grasped your neck gently, bringing your torso up to her chest. Her other hand wrapped around the front to hold your tummy, bringing you even closer to her.

“I asked you a question,” she whispered, kissing your neck. “You’ve been so so good, baby. Don’t make me be mean.”

She squeezed your neck slightly, letting you know she meant it, sending sparks of delight and fear down your spine.

“I feel you here,” you finally gasp, placing your hand above hers, on your tummy, and letting your head rest on her shoulder.

Diana felt jolts of pleasure in her core at your answer and as you sat on her lap, she could feel your juices leaking out and soaking her thighs.

“Good,” your wife sighs, grinding into you, her voice resonating within your chest. Her hand slowly slid down to the space between your thighs as she smirked wickedly. “‘Cause that’s where I’m gonna be for the rest of the night. Need to show you how much I appreciate you for being my little cheerleader.”

[cosmopretty]

Diana Taurasi

Context: thoughts on Diana fucking you

Diana who fingers you for as long as you can take it. Who slows her fingers down right when your about to cum so she can hear you cry and whine for her.

Diana who loves to fuck you in doggy style, so she can see you arch in front of her. Your ass bouncing back and forth on her strap for hours, she makes you take it, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to keep you going.

Diana who lowkey has a strength kink and holds you down just to watch you squirm under her. So she can fuck you with her strap, watching you whine and moan under her while she holds you down.

Diana who loved to praise you when you’re being such a good girl for her. When she will praise you telling you how much of a beautiful sweet girl you are, and her praising your every move.

Diana who loves to tease you, whisper dirty things in your ear in public, just to see you flustered. Who kisses your neck and squeezes your waist around others just to watch the heat rise to your cheeks as you get nervous.

Diana who marks you so everyone knows you’re hers, who sucks hickeys into your neck so everyone can see. She loves to see her marks on you because she knows you’re hers and no one else’s.

[liacobain]

wait guys dt lost so paige wouldn’t have to go to that fuck ass team!! everyone say thank you dt!! 🤗❤️🥰

[moshuka]

steam- d. taurasi

!! - long, 3180 wc, so much foreplay im sorry, english isnt my first language

!! - fingering, too much foreplay, sweat (a tad), aur naur the condensation, shower sex, begging

It’s another hot day in Phoenix, and Diana is at practice. You’re laying on the bed in your shared apartment, wearing a thin tank top and panties as you wait for her to come home.

Soon enough, the door opens, signalling that Diana is finally home. She walks into the bedroom to find you on the bed, and smiles.

“Hey, babe.” Diana grins, taking off her cap and sitting down next to you on the bed. Still in her gym clothes, she’s covered in sweat, and has a slight, salty scent to her.

“Hey.” You smile up at her, resting a hand on her thigh. “How was practice?”

She chuckles, rolling her shoulders back slightly. “Exhausting. Coach really worked us hard today.”

You nod, gently tracing your fingers along her arm as you give her a concerned look. “You’re all sweaty. Do you want to take a shower?”

She exhales deeply, closing her eyes for a moment before replying.

“Yeah. That would be nice.”

With that, she gently places her hand on your arm as well. “But I could use some company in there, you know?” She says with a smirk.

You grin, feeling a bit of excitement from her obvious invitation.

“I think I could help.” You stand up, grabbing her hand and gently pulling her up with you.

She allows herself to be pulled up and follows you to the bathroom, her hand sliding around to your hip as you walk.

Once the two of you are in the bathroom, she shuts the door behind you, her arms encircling your waist as she presses herself against your back.

“You look awfully underdressed, baby.” She mumbles into your ear, her breath warm and moist against your skin.

“It’s hot outside.” You mutter, pressing against her.

“Mhm, I know.” She presses her face into the crook of your neck, placing a few soft kisses there. Her thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging at them slightly.

“I still don’t think you’re wearing enough.” She laughs against your skin.

Her hands start to wander, slowly tracing the curves of your body through the thin material of your tank top. She kisses along your neck again, her hips pressed against yours.

It’s warm in the bathroom, and the steam from the shower is starting to condense on the mirror and walls.

Her hands move up to the hem of your shirt, her fingers slipping under the fabric as she gently lifts it up.

“Can I take this off, baby?” She mumbles, her breath hot against your ear.

With your permission, she slowly lifts up your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. Her eyes rake over your body, taking in the sight of your bare skin and thin panties.

Her hands move to your hips again, her thumbs tracing over the exposed skin just above your waistband.

“Mmmm, much better.” She smirks, her hands sliding around to the small of your back and pulling you closer to her. Her body is still hot and slightly sweaty from her workout, and the press of her hips against yours is a little jarring.

“You want to help me out of my clothes too?” She murmurs, her lips next to your ear again.

Her hands continue to wander over your body, tracing the lines of your curves and leaving a trail of heat wherever her fingertips touch.

She gently nibbles on your earlobe, her breath coming in short gasps as she continues to press her hips against yours from behind.

She lets out a soft groan as you tug her jersey over her head, exposing her skin and sports bra underneath. Her chest is still glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and the air feels cool against her heated skin.

Her hands move to your waist again, her fingers now just below the elastic of your panties.

“Take these off for me, baby.” She whispers in your ear, gently tugging at the edge of your underwear.

Her lips leave a trail of kisses down the side of your neck, her tongue grazing over your skin every now and then.

“Don’t you wanna do it for me?” You gasp, staring at her through the foggy mirror.

“Oh, I definitely do.” She grins, her hands already starting to tug your underwear down.

Her lips continue to move and press against your skin, her tongue now dancing over the sensitive skin on your neck and collarbone.

She keeps slowly pulling your panties down until they’re around your thighs, leaving you completely exposed to her.

Her hands wander over your body again, her fingertips gliding against your skin.

“You look so pretty like this, baby.” She whispers in your ear, her fingers tracing up your inner thigh.

“S-shower.” You mumble. “We’re wasting water.”

She laughs, taking your chin and tilting your head up so you’re looking into the mirror.

“You’re worried about water?” She chuckles, her fingers still moving over your body, “You’re more concerned about the water bill than you are about me taking you right here?”

She presses her hips against you again, her chest against your back and her breath hot on your ear.

She continues her slow, torturous kisses down your neck, her teeth tugging at the sensitive skin there. She can feel your body reacting to her touch, and that only makes her smirk even more.

“You like this, don’t you?” She murmurs, her hand moving up to your chest, “You like feeling me all over you like this, don’t you?”

Your hands find her waist and tug at her shorts, revealing the waistband of her boxers.

She lets out a low groan as your fingers find the edge of her shorts, her lips still leaving kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“Patience, baby.” She whispers, placing one final kiss on your skin before stepping back a little.

She slowly peels off her shorts and boxers, letting them fall to the ground before tugging off her sports bra and wrapping her arms around you again, pressing her bare body against yours.

Her skin feels hot against yours, the press of her chest against your back sending heat through you. Her hands are back on your body, wandering over your skin as she pulls you closer to her.

She nibbles and kisses at the side of your neck, her breath quickening as she feels your body respond to her touch.

“God, baby, you feel so good.” She murmurs, her fingers tracing along your hip bone. She tugs at the hem of your panties.

“Off.” She demands softly, her fingers pulling at the elastic.

She keeps nibbling and kissing at your neck and shoulder, her breath hot and heavy next to your ear. Her hips press against yours, her body completely flush against yours from behind.

She slowly tugs your panties down, leaving you completely exposed once again. Her hands wander over your skin, tracing curves and leaving a trail of fire wherever her fingers touch.

You leads her into the shower and she follows with a grin, allowing the warm water to cascade over her skin. She lets out a soft sigh of relief as the water washes away the sweat and fatigue from her body.

Her arms wrap around you again, pulling you towards her so you’re pressed against her chest.

She looks down at you, her eyes roaming your body as the water cascades over both of you. “Much better.” She smirks.

Her hands start to wander over your body again, her fingers tracing over your wet skin as the water continues to fall over both of you.

She pulls you even closer, her lips finding your neck again as she places soft kisses along your collarbone. She moves one hand up to your hair, gently tugging on it to tilt your head back.

She grins, taking the lead and gently pressing you up against the cold glass of the shower wall. The change in temperature causes a shiver to run through your body, and you feel the press of her body against yours from behind.

Her hands move down your waist, her fingers tracing over your hips and stomach before moving back up to your chest. She pinches at your pebbled nipples and resumes her tour of your body.

She nibbles and kisses at the back of your neck, her breath hot and heavy on your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” She murmurs, her fingers still tracing over your skin as she keeps you pinned against the shower wall.

Her hips press against yours from behind, her body warm and firm against yours.

“Please,” you breathe out, “please, Dee.”

She smirks against your neck, her hands finding your wrists and pinning them against the wall.

“Please what, baby?” She teases, her teeth nibbling at your ear.

Her body is flush with yours, and the press of her chest against your back is causing heat to pool in places you’ll definitely feel soon.

“Please, touch me, Dee, need it.” You gasp out, arching into her touch.

She chuckles, enjoying how desperate you’re getting. She loves having this effect on you, loves being able to drive you absolutely wild.

“I know what you need, baby.” She whispers in your ear, her lips tracing up the side of your neck.

“And I’m gonna give it to you.”

Her hands leave your wrists, now free to roam over your body again. She starts to slide them down, her fingers tracing over your stomach and hips before moving lower.

“You’re so damn beautiful, you know that?” She murmurs, her lips and teeth on your shoulder now.

“And I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

Her fingers slide down to your inner thighs, gently tracing up and down your skin. She can feel the heat radiating from your skin, and it’s only getting hotter as her fingers continue their journey.

“You’re so damn responsive.” She whispers, her voice low and gravelly. “I love how easy it is to get you worked up.”

Her hands continue to explore your body, her fingertips dancing over your skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She nibbles at your neck again, her teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin.

“You want me, baby?” She asks, her fingers still tracing over your inner thighs. “You want me to touch you?”

“God, Dee, please just do it already.” You groan, resting your forehead against the glass.

She chuckles again, enjoying how eager you are. She loves watching you desperate for her touch, loves being the one in control.

“Patience, baby.” She whispers, her lips on your neck again.

“I’ll touch you, I’ll give you everything you want, I promise. But I want to hear you beg for it first.”

Her lips move up to your earlobe, her teeth gently nibbling on the sensitive skin there as her hands keep wandering.

“C’mon, baby.” She mumbles, her hands roaming over your thighs. “Beg for me.”

Your body is already arching slightly, trying to get some sort of friction from her hands. “Please, Dee.” You gasp out, your eyes squeezed shut.

She can feel the desperation in your voice, the way you’re practically begging her to touch you. “You can do better than that.” She murmurs, her fingers still tracing over your thighs.

Her lips move down to your shoulder now, her teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin. “I wanna hear how bad you want me, baby. I wanna hear you say it.”

You moan at her words, the heat between your legs only getting worse. “God, Dee.” You gasp, arching your hips slightly. “I need you, please. I need you to touch me.”

Her hands keep tracing over your skin, her fingers moving higher up your inner thighs. It’s agonizingly slow, and you can’t take it anymore.

“Please, Dee, please.” You whimper, your forehead resting against the glass. “Need you to touch my pussy.”

She grins, loving how desperate you’re getting for her. It’s turning her on so much, seeing you practically begging her to touch you.

“Mmm, that’s more like it.” She murmurs, her fingers slowly moving up to your center.

She lets her fingers barely brush against your clit, just enough to send sparks through your body. But it’s not enough. You need more, you need her to touch you properly.

“Please, Dee, please.” You whimper again, arching into her touch. “I need you so bad, please just touch me.”

She can hear the pleading in your voice, and it’s driving her crazy. Knowing that she’s got you this worked up, that she’s got you begging for her touch, is such a turn-on.

Her fingers start to move against your clit again, slowly tracing circles and teasing you. “You want it, baby?” She whispers, her lips on your neck again.

Your hips start to move against her fingers, desperately seeking more friction. But she keeps her touch light and teasing, not giving you enough to really satisfy you.

“Please, Dee.” You beg again, your forehead still pressed against the glass. “I need more, please, please.”

She grins at your pleading, loving how worked up you are. “You’re so desperate for me, baby.” She murmurs, her fingers still moving against your clit.

She continues to tease you, her touch just light enough to keep you on the edge but not give you enough to push you over. “You want me so badly, don’t you?” She slips her fingers through your folds.

Your body is trembling with need, desperately wanting more from her. “Y-yes, please.” You gasp out, your hips arching into her touch.

“Please, Dee, please just touch me. I need you, I need you so bad.”

Her lips are still on your neck, her teeth nibbling at the sensitive skin as her fingers continue to tease you. She loves seeing you this desperate, loves how much you want her.

Her fingers suddenly still, causing you to let out a loud, frustrated groan. “What’s the matter, baby?” She murmurs in your ear, her voice teasing.

She pulls her hand away completely, leaving you aching for her touch. “You want me to touch you? You need it, huh?”

“Fuck, need you inside.” You whine, trying to push your hips closer to her. “Enough teasing, please..”

She grins at your frustrated whine, loving how desperate you’re getting. She knows she’s driving you wild and she loves it.

“Okay, love, I’ll stop teasing.” She chuckles.

Without any more warning, she pushes two fingers inside you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

“That’s what you needed, baby?” She asks, her lips against your neck. “You needed me inside you, didn’t you?”

Her fingers start to move inside you, immediately finding that spot that makes your legs feel weak. She knows exactly how to touch you, exactly what you need. And she loves being able to make you feel good.

She nibbles at your neck again, biting down slightly. “Is that better, baby?”

You can’t do anything except gasp and moan, your body already trembling at the feeling of her fingers inside you. “Y-yes, please..” You whine, your hips already starting to move against her touch.

“God, baby, you’re so tight.” She murmurs in your ear, sucking a hickey right under it.

Her fingers start to move faster, her palm rubbing against your clit and sending sparks up your spine. “You feel so good.” She groans, her teeth on your shoulder again.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby.” She murmurs in your ear, her free hand roaming over your body. “So beautiful and so desperate for me.” She crooks her fingers, hitting that spot inside you that makes your body tense up.

You moan loudly, your legs shaking as her fingers hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. “Fuck, Dee..” You gasp out, pushing your hips against her touch.

“Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You beg, your head falling back against her shoulder.

“I won’t, baby.” She whispers in your ear, her fingers still moving inside you. “I won’t stop.”

She keeps up her pace, her fingers moving inside you as she sucks hickeys onto your neck and shoulder. She loves leaving her mark on you, loves knowing that you’ll be marked up by her when you leave the shower.

“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” She murmurs, her thumb rubbing against your clit. “My good girl, my beautiful girl.” She pushes a third finger in, relishing in your moans.

Your body is practically shaking now, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you. “God, Dee, I’m so close..” You gasp out, your eyes squeezed shut.

She kisses up and down your neck, leaving hickeys wherever she can reach. “That’s it, baby, give it to me.” She whispers, her fingers moving even faster inside you.

Her fingers keep hitting that spot inside you, making your body tense up and tremble. “Please, Dee, I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop..” You beg, your body starting to tense up in preparation.

“I won’t stop, baby, I’ll make you feel so good.” She whispers, her lips on your neck.

She sucks another hickey onto your skin as her fingers keep moving, bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

Your body is trembling with pleasure, your legs shaking and your breath coming out in gasps and moans. “I’m gonna cum, Dee, I’m gonna cum..” You gasp out, unable to form a coherent thought.

“That’s it, baby, let go.” She whispers in your ear, her fingers moving even faster inside you. “Let go for me, baby, cum for me..”

Her words combined with the feeling of her fingers inside you push you over the edge, your body shaking and trembling as you come undone for her. You cry out her name, your body tensing up and then going slack as you ride out your orgasm.

She holds you tight against her, her fingers still moving inside you as you come down from your high.

“You did so good, baby.” She murmurs, her lips against your neck. “Such a good girl for me.”

You’re completely boneless in her arms, your body still trembling slightly as you come down from your high.

She slowly pulls her fingers out of you, her hands moving to your hips to hold you up. “You still with me, baby?” She teases, her lips on your ear.

“Fuck, I’m even sweatier now.” You groan, leaning your head back against her shoulder.

She chuckles, already pumping shampoo into her hand. “I’ve got you, baby. Just sit there and let me take care of you.”