Exposure Nuru-Therapy

Seth steps into the shower with Kelly, already naked and trying not to overthink it. The water hits his shoulders first. Warm. Steady. He feels it slide down his back and doesn’t flinch. Kelly watches him. She puts her hand on his chest, slow and careful. He doesn’t pull away. That’s new. She guides his hands to her body next—wet skin, smooth. He touches her tits, her hips, her ass. Still no panic. Just heat. Water and hands everywhere. By the time they’re on the mat and she’s pouring that thick, slippery oil over both of them, Seth’s already hard and grinning like he’s beating something that used to own him. She slides onto him and they fuck right there—bodies gliding, slipping, her riding him slow and deep, the oil making everything wetter and louder. He grips her thighs, thrusts up, and doesn’t freeze once. When he cums, it’s loud, messy, and he laughs after—like the fear just left his body and the only thing left is sweat, oil, and a new version of himself.