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the taste of him. The dance was age-old, but it still felt as new as ever. An ocean of sensations undulated inside her gut. Desire kept her a prisoner. Her tongue twisted with his while she pumped his cock with one hand. It vibrated within her grasp, and she felt the pull of his need. She cupped his balls and felt them harden within her fingers. He bit her bottom lip, and the sharp tingle of desire that careened through her nerves was heady.
Suddenly, he pulled away. “I disturbed your shower.”
“Huh?” She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. What the hell was he talking about?
“I should help you finish it first.”
“What?” she said, but he was already picking up the purple net pouf that fell from her hands. He squeezed some more soap on it. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he forced her to turn around. He rubbed the pouf on her back and desire lit up her insides. She held the wall with both hands, as he gently took his time.
His hand held her steady while his fingers rubbed the pouf over her creamy skin. His hand brushed over her butt, and as she moaned, he knelt down to run the soft pouf over one of her legs. She shivered under his gentle touch. He shifted his attention to the other leg. He brought the pouf up to scrub the small of her back and then made her turn around.
She was breathing deeply. It was an effort to stand still, but she could tell he was having a good time. He splayed his hand on her taut stomach while the pouf moved her breasts. He dropped it on the floor and cupped her breasts. His hands kneaded and caressed her twin globules while he pushed his cock against her thigh.
She wanted so much more.
“I believe you’re clean enough now.”
Every breath was a struggle. “Am I?”
He made her turn around so that she stood under the shower. While the water beat down on her, he scrubbed away the soap. The touch of his hands on her skin was invigorating. Suddenly, he yanked her forward and crushed his lips on her. His tongue danced with her. His hands settled under her butt and he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his hips.
He turned around and pushed her against the wall ever so gently. The tiles were cool against her skin while the rest of her body burned with an awful need. He pulled back his hips and the tip of his penis rubbed against her pussy. It was already wet in anticipation of the coming moment. Her muscles clenched, as they waited to be invaded. He thrust inside her in one quick move, and she was impaled on his huge, throbbing cock. It fit inside her, and her sheath expanded to accommodate it.
“I love you,” he muttered against her mouth while the water beat down on them.
Her hands locked on his shoulders. “I love you, too.”
Pulling himself all the way out, he pushed deep inside her once more. Each quiet thrust brought her a step closer to the release that her body sought. She held on with all her might, as he whipped in and out. Every time he thrust inside her, her breath exploded from her mouth. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, and she felt the fast rush of them. His hands settled on her breasts, and he played with her nipples while his cock speared in and out of her body. She was a bundle of frayed nerves. Stacy couldn’t think. Nothing mattered except for the exquisite pleasure that skipped through her nerves.
She looked down and his cock that was drenched in her juices. The blood-engorged organ throbbed with a vicious need. She could feel the same urgency within her nerves. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder, as she urged him to hurry. He appeared not to notice the pain—he was so intent on the pleasure that he experienced. When the orgasm hit her, it ripped through her muscles and nerves, and she jerked. Stacy let out a wild scream, as her toes curled. A moment later, he exploded within her depths.
She was spent, exhausted. Stacy didn’t mutter a protest when he lowered her on the floor.
Suddenly, he pulled away. “I disturbed your shower.”
“Huh?” She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. What the hell was he talking about?
“I should help you finish it first.”
“What?” she said, but he was already picking up the purple net pouf that fell from her hands. He squeezed some more soap on it. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he forced her to turn around. He rubbed the pouf on her back and desire lit up her insides. She held the wall with both hands, as he gently took his time.
His hand held her steady while his fingers rubbed the pouf over her creamy skin. His hand brushed over her butt, and as she moaned, he knelt down to run the soft pouf over one of her legs. She shivered under his gentle touch. He shifted his attention to the other leg. He brought the pouf up to scrub the small of her back and then made her turn around.
She was breathing deeply. It was an effort to stand still, but she could tell he was having a good time. He splayed his hand on her taut stomach while the pouf moved her breasts. He dropped it on the floor and cupped her breasts. His hands kneaded and caressed her twin globules while he pushed his cock against her thigh.
She wanted so much more.
“I believe you’re clean enough now.”
Every breath was a struggle. “Am I?”
He made her turn around so that she stood under the shower. While the water beat down on her, he scrubbed away the soap. The touch of his hands on her skin was invigorating. Suddenly, he yanked her forward and crushed his lips on her. His tongue danced with her. His hands settled under her butt and he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his hips.
He turned around and pushed her against the wall ever so gently. The tiles were cool against her skin while the rest of her body burned with an awful need. He pulled back his hips and the tip of his penis rubbed against her pussy. It was already wet in anticipation of the coming moment. Her muscles clenched, as they waited to be invaded. He thrust inside her in one quick move, and she was impaled on his huge, throbbing cock. It fit inside her, and her sheath expanded to accommodate it.
“I love you,” he muttered against her mouth while the water beat down on them.
Her hands locked on his shoulders. “I love you, too.”
Pulling himself all the way out, he pushed deep inside her once more. Each quiet thrust brought her a step closer to the release that her body sought. She held on with all her might, as he whipped in and out. Every time he thrust inside her, her breath exploded from her mouth. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, and she felt the fast rush of them. His hands settled on her breasts, and he played with her nipples while his cock speared in and out of her body. She was a bundle of frayed nerves. Stacy couldn’t think. Nothing mattered except for the exquisite pleasure that skipped through her nerves.
She looked down and his cock that was drenched in her juices. The blood-engorged organ throbbed with a vicious need. She could feel the same urgency within her nerves. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder, as she urged him to hurry. He appeared not to notice the pain—he was so intent on the pleasure that he experienced. When the orgasm hit her, it ripped through her muscles and nerves, and she jerked. Stacy let out a wild scream, as her toes curled. A moment later, he exploded within her depths.
She was spent, exhausted. Stacy didn’t mutter a protest when he lowered her on the floor.
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