She had barely stepped into the shower with him when he grabbed her, bent her over and shoved his cock in. This being a regular occurrence, her body settles into the fullness she knows so well. His hands begin exploring her body, caressing her legs and back, molding her flesh under his strong grasp.
Grabbing her hips, he begins to move in her. The cool water spraying across his body slowly finds its way across hers, dripping from her eyes and lips as she pants her pleasure. Her hands are pressed to the smooth wall in front of her, holding on, pushing back with each thrust he deals to her upturned backside.
His roaming hand eventually finds its way to her throbbing clit. The other is torturing one of her nipples sending exquisite pain through her. His cock grinding into her, her knees buckle as he makes her cum repeatedly.
He is not finished, but he pulls out, stands her up and puts her into the spray of the water. After taking a minute to compose herself, she begins to rinse off.. the original purpose of the shower! She feels him move up to her. His body pressed full-length against her, she sighs, reveling in the feel of his skin. She leans back into him as he nibbles at her neck.
He grabs her hand in one of his, her neck in his other, and pushes her over again, puts her hand up to the wall, apparently changing his mind about finishing later. The spray of water is now hitting her full on neck and face, pouring across her eyes and lips.
He shoves in and pounds her pussy for just a few minutes before once again pulling out. This time turning her around to face him and pinning her against the wall. His body pressing her flat, he holds her wrists in one hand far above her head.
Biting, pinching, caressing every inch of her, teasing her clit to a couple more orgasms. The only thing keeping her on her toes is her wrists far above in his strong grasp. Leaving her breathless, he shuts off the water and orders her out of the shower.
So much for getting clean...
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