The bathroom door stood wide open. Steam already rising from the hot shower running full blast. Water pounded tiles—loud hiss, white noise that drowned nothing. Corridor light cut in sharp—anyone walking past could see straight through: glass shower cabin fogged but clear enough, bodies inside, no curtain, no privacy.

Karan under the spray—naked, water streaming down his muscled chest, thick dick hard and pointing up. Aisha tied to the metal shower rod—wrists cuffed high, arms stretched, body arched forward. Legs spread by ankle cuffs chained to wall hooks. Boobs hung heavy—bruised black-purple, nipple clamps still on with weights pulling them down. Bells jingled soft under water drops. Pussy open wide—lips red and swollen, clit chain dripping. Ass hole slick, ready.