“Good start,” he said, voice warm, pacing slow, loving the subtle power, the way they shaped his legs without strain.

Tried gray stilettos–four-inch, sleek. He laughed softly, the sound rich in his throat, and held her tighter, the water sealing them in the moment, their swapped forms a tangle of power and surrender.

The bathroom steamed around them as Ken turned off the shower, the last droplets pattering against the tiles as a soft silence settled in. “I’m showing this off today–not hiding.” Voice edged with frustration, eyes firm.

Her jaw tightened, eyes sharp. Second set,Gay Girls she managed seven, her arms screaming, her breath short, the heat spreading.