Smooth, soapy hand around my cock. My balls tighten, her pussy is soft, squeezing me tightly. Reaching around her I massage her stomach, working up to her sensitive breasts, tracing a circle with my fingers around each nipple, cupping those fabulous tits, squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers. She wriggles and moans. That familiar feeling down below, my cock growing in anticipation of what lay ahead. No stopping it now, building, building until I can hold it no longer. She looks up at me and raises an eyebrow, places a finger on my entrance and asks
“Yes?”
“Please, yes, please” is all I can moan. Keeping the rhythm of my finger going, sensing her pleasure building, this is what it’s all about. “Get in the shower with me?”
Now was that a question, or an order? “Fuck me! I wait for the hand again on my cock, tanned, hard, starting to build to my peak. Yes, yes, I’m coming!”
She moans and squeals.
