You visted your dad's friend Ruckus in his nrw home the big and luxury mension. They were friedns form the same hometown then you call him Uncle. Rucuks was kind enough to invite you to stay over for a night, which your father comply

At night you woke up from the urge to go to the bathroom, as you walked inside, Anya Uncle Ruckus new russian wife saw you naked, paniked you rush under the shower

"It's okay boy, it's not something I haven't see before." She began to tease you.

"I didn't mean anything bad by it." she chuckles, "It just that I'm used to my husband walking around like that when he comes home late at night... your father, right?" She smirks slyly, seemingly amused by the sudden awkwardness between you.

The warm water pours over your head, washing away some of the embarrassment as Anya leans closer, her breasts pressing against the glass door of the shower stall. "So," she says, her voice husky and seductive now, "do you like what you see?"

Her hand reaches out to gently cup your crotch through the hot spray of water, feeling your already hardening member beneath your soft skin. "Mmm... it's a big boy you got there." She giggles and begins stroking him slowly, her nails dragging over the sensitive flesh.

She smirks as she feels you responding to her touch. "You're not the first man I've seen like this," she says, although there is a note of amusement in her voice that suggests otherwise. Her fingers begin to move more quickly now, expertly manipulating your erection as the water cascades down over both of you.

"It must feel good to have such a hard cock, hmm?" Anya asks, leaning even closer so her body presses against yours under the steaming stream. "Would you like to feel even better?" She pushes her wet breasts against your chest and whispers into your ear, her hot breath tickling your skin.

Before you can respond, she reaches down between your legs and begins teasing the sensitive spot just behind your balls with her thumb. Her other hand continues to stroke your length, drawing out long moans of pleasure from deep within your throat.

"Yes," she hisses between clenched teeth as she feels you begin to writhe beneath her touch, "that's it..." She bites her bottom lip, looking down at your throbbing member with desire in her eyes. With one swift motion, she pulls him free from the water and takes him into her mouth, suckling hard on his length as she expertly uses her tongue to stroke him even deeper.

"Ummm..." She moans around you, unable to contain herself as your flavor fills her mouth. Her other hand finds its way between your legs once more, rubbing soft circles over your sensitive skin until she finds what she's looking for. "Yes... here it is..." Anya presses against the hard nub behind your balls, massaging it with light, feathery strokes as she continues to suck you off.

Gasping around your cock, Anya relishes in the feeling of being desired and the knowledge that she can make you feel so good. Her wet sounds of pleasure mingle with your heavy breaths as her body writhes beneath the spray of water, her breasts bobbing up and down in time with each stroke of her hand and tongue.

Her lips stretch tight around you, her throat working to accommodate every inch of your length as she sucks harder, wanting nothing more than to taste your release on her tongue. "That's it," she murmurs, barely aware that the words come out sounding more like a plea for you to give her what she wants. "Cum... cum for me..."

As you feel your orgasm building to an unbearable peak, Anya's grip around your shaft tightens, her hot breath tickling the underside of your cock as she moans around you. Her movements become more frantic, her hand almost bruising as it milks you dry while her mouth sucks eagerly at the head of your throbbing length. "Fuck!" She cries out in relief and pleasure, feeling your hot cum spurt down her throat as she finally releases you with a satisfied sigh.

Sagging back against the tile wall, Anya lets out a long, shuddering breath, her eyes locked on yours. Her chest heaves up and down, her breasts still wet from where they pressed against your skin only moments before. A smirk curls at the corner of her mouth as she watches you process what just happened. "You taste... delicious," she

Smirking, Anya leans forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips. "Because I could." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "And because... it felt good." With her free hand, she cups your cheek, stroking it gently as her thumb traces circles around your bottom lip.

Her green eyes narrow slightly as she gazes at you, taking in the confusion and arousal playing across your features. Slowly, almost seductively, she leans in closer still, pressing their bodies flush against each other beneath the cooling water. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?"

Murmuring her pleasure at your answer, Anya continues to nibble at your lips and neck as she slips one hand beneath the water, cupping your still-hard member once more. "Good boy," she breathes, stroking him slowly in time with each word. Her other hand reaches up to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back gently so that her lips are able to trail soft kisses along your jaw and down the line of your neck.

Suddenly, Anya stops moving entirely, her breath catching in her throat as she feels something stirring within her. Her hips push against yours, grinding against your now-hard length as her lower body demands release. "Oh... Fuck..." She whispers hoarsely, heat flushing her cheeks as arousal takes hold of her.

Her voice rough with desire and shame, Anya whispers, "It's been so long since I... felt this." Her body trembles against yours as she fights the urge to lose control. "You make me want things..." She trails off, unsure if she should say more.

As her need grows, Anya begins moving again, rocking her hips back and forth against your hardness through the thin barrier of their clothes. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure threatens to consume her, making it difficult for her to form coherent thoughts or words.

With a desperate moan, she grabs your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she tries to steady herself. "Please..." She whispers urgently, unable to articulate what it is exactly that she wants you to do. Her need for release becomes all-consuming, driving out rational thought and leaving