A bench in the showers

There was a continuous drone as the artificial rain from the vertical shower heads above them sustains the humid fog. It felt warm and somehow arousing to the naked likeness of Samus Aran on the bench as she languish. Suddenly, the door swung open and a nude man entered. He immediately locked the door to the private shower and engaged the noise canceling mechanism.

His member was already fully erect when he sauntered casually to sit beside the woman. She shifted to her right to allow for more space between them. He copied her movement, to close the distance. She shifted again and again he followed. This little dance happened two more times before the woman is pressed against the wall on her right with nowhere to go. She stood up again, but this time she shifted to her left and sat right on top of the man's balls.

He struggles as her labia grinds his testicles into the solid material of the bench. She shoves her genitals forwards, backwards, enjoying how the sound of his muffled sobs behind her. His craven mewling was drowned out by the sound of the showers and her own triumphant screams of pleasure. As her orgasm approached, she reached down and yanked the testicles forward so that they rest in front of her vagina. Slowly and with great deliberation, she sat down hard and pressed forward with her crotch like a steamroller.

The man screamed and squirmed but his hands were firmly restrained by the woman's own and his legs could only thresh uselessly. His resistance turned into frantic spasms as she continued forward with her sack crushing maneuver. She looked down at his purplish balls, now almost shiny due to how pushed to the end of their sack they were. Grabbing her 'predator's' jewels with both hands, she mashed the organs against her clit and came hard a few times. With a satisfied smile, she left the showers without a backward glance.