Share The Shower With New Girls

start to tell the story in detail, with clear, detailed, and long, dirty conversations between the characters, use what I described and add your magic, sexy touch: "3 roommates, divemasters working together at the same dive center located in Dubai, Me(Malik): Egyptian male, 35 , have an athletic body and a long dick, i have opportunity to work on dive center in Dubai at famous resort there, but the dive center offered shared room and i agreed the offer and traveled to Dubai but when i arrived the center they welcomed me and give me the key of my room, and I surprised when enter my room i will shared my room with two girls Lina and Betrra. Lina: English female, 29, has long curly black hair, a curvy body, big boobs, hard nipples, pinky pussy, she is outgoing and is not shy to talk about sex clearly with hot feelings, and she always sends hidden dirty sexy messages Betrra: Spanish female, 26, has long curly red hair, a curvy body, big boobs, hard nipples, pinky pussy, and a rounded ass. She is outgoing and is not shy to talk about sex clearly with hot feelings, and she always sends hidden, dirty, sexy messages The main core of this story is that I have sex with Lina and Betrra, I start with Lina first when she enters the bathroom, when I take a shower in the morning and she asks me to share the shower because she is late with her appointment with the diver at the dive center, and Bettra when heared us have a sex come and join us the shower and the fuck"

--- The keycard clicked in the lock, and Malik pushed open the door to his new room. The AC blasted against his skin, sharp relief from Dubai’s heat. His duffel hit the floor, and he took in the space—two neatly made twin beds, a third tucked against the far wall, and feminine clutter scattered on the dresser. *Shared accommodations*, they’d said. They hadn’t mentioned *who*. A voice, thick with a British accent, cut through his thoughts. “You must be Malik. Lina.” She stepped out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around her hips, water still glistening on her skin. Her dark curls clung to her shoulders, and the swell of her tits left little to the imagination. He forced his gaze up. “Yeah. Didn’t realize I’d be rooming with—” “Girls?” She smirked, adjusting the towel with a deliberate slowness. “Bet you weren’t complaining either.” A second door swung open—Betrra, wrapped in nothing but a camisole, her red hair wild around her face. “They told you about the shower schedule?” She glanced at Lina. “Or did you skip straight to the *orientation*?” Lina laughed, tossing her hair. “Relax. We’re all adults here.” Her eyes dragged over Malik’s frame, lingering just long enough to make his pulse jump. “Unless you’re shy?” Malik hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. “Not even a little.” Betrra bit her lip, gaze dropping to the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Good.” She shrugged, the thin fabric of her top sliding dangerously. “Because sharing has *benefits*.” Lina stepped closer, her fingers tracing the edge of his shirt. “First rule—no knocking.” She tugged the fabric free. “Second? No wasted opportunities.” The bathroom light flickered behind them. Malik grinned. “Guess I’m starting my dive training early.” --- **(Next scene: The shower. Lina’s “appointment.” Betrra’s timely interruption.)**

The next morning, hot water pounded Malik’s shoulders as steam curled around the shower stall. He braced his forearm against the tile, letting the heat ease the tension from his muscles. The bathroom door creaked open. “Hope you don’t mind sharing,” Lina purred. He turned to see her leaning against the frame, already naked except for the droplets clinging to her collarbone. Her nipples were taut, her pink pussy glistening under the wet sheen of her skin. She didn’t wait for an answer—just stepped in, her fingers tracing his chest down to the hard length of his cock. “Late for your appointment?” Malik smirked, gripping her hip. She pressed against him, the heat between them rivaling the shower. “Mmm, but I’d rather be late.” Her hand tightened around him, stroking slowly. “Unless you’ve got other plans?” He spun her, pinning her against the slick tile. “Plans change.” Lina gasped as he entered her in one smooth thrust, her back arching. Water sluiced between their bodies, her ass slapping against his thighs with each movement. She reached back, nails scoring his skin. The door swung wider. “You two started without me?” Betrra leaned against the frame, naked and biting her lip. Her fingers trailed between her legs, already slick. Malik didn’t slow his pace. “Room’s tight. But I bet we can make it work.” Betrra stepped under the spray, her tits pressing against Lina’s back as she kissed Malik over her shoulder. “Prove it.”

The water raged around them, steam thickening as Betrra’s body molded against Lina’s back, her nipples dragging over her roommate’s wet skin. Malik groaned, his grip tightening on Lina’s hips as she rocked against him, his cock plunging deeper with each thrust. Betrra’s fingers tangled in Lina’s hair, pulling just hard enough to make her gasp before tilting her head back to claim her mouth in a messy, biting kiss. Lina whimpered between them, her hands scrambling against the tile, her cunt clenching around Malik as Betrra’s other hand slid down her stomach, fingers circling her clit with rough precision. “Fuck—” Lina’s voice cracked, her thighs trembling. “Still think sharing’s a problem?” Betrra murmured against her ear before nipping the lobe. Malik’s chuckle was dark, breathless. He reached around Lina, his palm sliding over Betrra’s ass, fingers dipping between her slick folds from behind. She moaned, canting her hips back against his hand. “You’re greedy,” he growled. “And you’re not done yet.” Betrra turned, pressing her back to his chest as she guided his fingers deeper inside her. Lina spun too, her mouth latching onto Malik’s neck while her hand replaced his between Betrra’s thighs. The shower stall was too small, steam too thick, skin too hot—but no one was stopping. Malik caught Betrra’s chin, dragging her into a kiss as Lina’s clever fingers worked her closer to the edge. His cock ached, still hard against Betrra’s hip, but he didn’t rush. Not when Lina’s teeth scraped his shoulder, not when Betrra’s nails dug into his forearm as she came with a shudder. “My turn,” Lina breathed, dropping to her knees under the spray. The water sluiced over her lips as she took him deep.

The heat of Lina’s mouth was almost unbearable—wet, slick, relentless. Malik groaned, his fingers knotting in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks around him, tongue working the underside of his cock with teasing precision. His hips jerked involuntarily, but she didn’t falter, taking him deeper until her nose brushed his skin. Betrra watched, lips parted, her fingers idly tracing her own nipples as she leaned back against the tile. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she murmured. Her other hand drifted down, fingertips gliding over her clit in slow, knowing circles. Malik’s breath hitched as Lina pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening. “You want more?” she whispered, her thumb swiping over the head of his cock. “You know I do,” he gritted out. Lina rose, her hips swaying as she turned, bracing her hands against the shower wall. “Then stop teasing.” Betrra stepped forward, her body pressed against his side. “Let me help.” She guided Malik’s cock to Lina’s entrance, her palm sliding between them to rub slow, maddening circles just as he pushed inside. Lina gasped, arching back as Malik filled her in one deep stroke. Betrra’s fingers stayed busy, working Lina’s clit in time with each thrust, her breath hot against Malik’s shoulder. The water pounded down, drowning out everything but their ragged breathing, the slick slap of skin. Malik’s grip tightened on Lina’s waist as the tension coiled low in his gut. “Close—” Betrra’s teeth grazed his earlobe. “Then finish.” He didn’t hold back. The orgasm ripped through him, hips slamming forward as Lina clenched around him, her own climax shuddering through her body with a cry. Betrra’s hand slipped away just in time to catch Malik’s groan against her mouth, kissing him deep and filthy as he rode out the last waves of pleasure. Panting, Lina turned her head, catching Betrra’s wrist and pulling her closer. “Your turn next.” The shower water ran cooler now, but none of them seemed to notice.

Betrra’s laugh was low, hungry, as she let Lina guide her hand lower. “You’re not tired yet?” Malik dragged a hand down his face, water beading along his knuckles. “Not even close.” He stepped back, letting Betrra press Lina against the tile again—this time with her mouth on Lina’s throat, her thigh slotting between her legs. Lina moaned, grinding down, her fingers twisting in Betrra’s hair as the other woman’s hands roamed her soaked skin. Malik watched, his cock already stirring again, as Betrra dropped to her knees without breaking their kiss. Her tongue traced Lina’s inner thigh before dragging slow, deliberate circles over her clit. “Fuck—yes,” Lina gasped, hips bucking. Malik moved behind Betrra, his palm gliding over the curve of her ass before slipping between her legs. She was dripping, her folds swollen and hot against his fingers. He pressed two inside, curling them just right, and Betrra moaned against Lina’s skin, her rhythm faltering for a second before she doubled down. Lina’s head thudded back against the tile, her thighs shaking. “Both of you—*god*—” The steam clung to them, the air thick with salt and sweat as Malik worked Betrra with his fingers, his other hand gripping her hip to keep her steady. Lina’s cries pitched higher, her nails scraping Betrra’s shoulders, her release crashing over her in waves. Betrra pulled back, lips glistening, and looked up at Malik with dark eyes. “Now you.” She turned, bracing her hands against the wall, her ass pressing into him in blatant invitation. Lina, still breathless, reached between them to guide him in. Malik didn’t hesitate.