The hot water tank is full. The sheets are messy, his skin tastes like salt. I feel good. I want to wash his body.
I look into his eyes, and the lust is back, as he grows in my hand.
The water beats on my head as I suck on his cock, taking it deep into my mouth, in and out, flicking my tongue over the head, getting lost in just the feeling of him in my mouth.
He tugs my hair, and I stand before him, my back against the wall. He lifts me and pushes me into the wall, entering me, holding me up and driving me insane with his thrusts. I am getting lost.
He lowers me and turns me around and I immediately bend over, grasping the soap dish for support. I’m hanging onto the soap dish so tight, will it break off, I sure don’t care, my only thoughts are the pleasure he’s giving me as he pounds into me. He stops, I turn and look to see him apply a little lube and into my ass he goes, and I fear a little more for the soap dish as I lose control. He pulls out, some water and soap and back into my pussy, and he does this, back and forth, from pussy to ass, driving me crazy, making me cum over and over. Oh the poor soap dish.

Suddenly my desire to finish him orally completely takes control, I pull him from my pussy and ravish his cock, deep, in and out, firm, controlling and calculating. His moans are driving me crazy, and he tastes so good.

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