After their steamy shower session, Derek and Stiles lingered under the warm spray for a few more minutes, trading lazy kisses and soft touches as the water rinsed away the evidence of their passion. Derek finally turned off the faucet, wrapping Stiles in a fluffy towel and drying her off with gentle care—patting her sore pussy and ass tenderly, whispering praises like, “My brave girl… you took Daddy so well this morning.” Stiles blushed, leaning into him, her body still humming from the multiple orgasms.

He carried her back to the bedroom, setting her on the bed while he rummaged through her open suitcase. His eyes lit up as he pulled out a delicate set—a sheer black lace bra that would barely contain her massive tits, and a matching thong so tiny it was more string than fabric. “Wear this for me, baby,” he said, holding it up with a wicked grin. “Just this. It’s only us here—no need to hide that perfect body.”