He was almost regretful when she turned to face him, denying him the spectacular view of her rear as she slid down her shorts. But he didn't have a lot of time to think about it because as soon as his own dropped to the floor, she was pressing against him again, backing him up against the sink. He took two handfuls of her bepantied ass, lifting her on tip toe, one hand moving to bring up her leg, squeezing her supple thigh.<br/><br/>His arousal pressed into the inside of her other leg, hot and hard behind his boxers. It was almost like some sort of sexual wrestling match, both of them grasping and straining to be ever closer to the other. He turned them, keeping her close, sharing breath as he moved them closer to the shower, his lips detaching from hers long enough to turn the knob, a stream of water beginning to fall, cold at first but slowly heating up. He was kissing her again, a hand moving to unhook her bra, the other sliding beneath her panties to grip her butt directly.<br/><br/>Their embrace eventually had to be broken so they could get their underwear off and get in the shower. Jango was breathing a little heatedly as he stepped back, hooking his thumbs inside the elastic of his boxers and dropping them.