Shower of Savage Desire

I spun you around again, the motion sharp. My tongue traced your inner thighs, slow and deliberate, making you squirm with anticipation. I licked your groin, savoring your surrender, delaying the main event to heighten your need. When my tongue finally grazed your outer lips, you grabbed my hair, pulling me closer, guiding me to where you ached most. My fingers plunged back inside, curling to find your G-spot. Your reaction was electric – hips grinding, moans turning to frantic cries, words spilling out in a jumble as your body took over. I sucked your clit, my fingers relentless, until you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you, legs trembling so violently you nearly slid down the wall…

I wasn’t done. I’d waited too long to take you fully. Standing, I locked eyes with you, my intent clear. You dropped to your knees without hesitation, your mouth enveloping my cock. Your skill was unreal – your lips, soft and sure, worked me with a rhythm that nearly ended me right there. Your tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside, your hands gripping my thighs as you took me deeper, your throat relaxing to accommodate my thickness. It was the best blowjob I’d ever had, but I didn’t want to finish yet. I pulled you up, and you turned instinctively, bracing against the wall, your ass offered to me like a prize.

My cock nudged your entrance, slick and ready. With one hard thrust, I was inside, the heat of your pussy overwhelming, amplified by the shower’s warmth. I gripped your hips, fucking you with a primal rhythm, each thrust deeper, harder. You moaned, begging for more, calling yourself my slut, urging me to fuck you senseless. I obliged, slamming into you, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the steam-filled stall. I tugged your hair, bit your shoulder, my hands mauling your breasts, pinching your nipples until you cried out, your body arching into mine.

I pulled out suddenly, and your frustrated whimper made me grin. You turned, eyes wild with need, but I wasn’t stopping. I lifted your leg, hooking it over my hip as you wrapped your arms around my neck, your body pressed tight against me. I entered you again, supporting your weight, fucking you with a ferocity that made you scream. Your nails dug into my back, your moans incoherent – you were close again, and so was I. You begged me to keep going, to fuck you harder, calling yourself my whore, pleading for release. I growled that I was going to come inside you, no protection, and that pushed you over the edge. Your screams filled the room, your pussy clenching around me as you came, your body shuddering in my arms. I followed, my orgasm exploding, filling you as I pinned you against the wall, snarling that you were mine, that I’d fuck you whenever I wanted… you moaned back, agreeing, calling yourself my slave, lost in the haze of it all…

We stayed in the shower after, washing each other with a strange tenderness, laughing softly, trading kisses and caresses. That was the first time on that trip, but not the last. You were married, but for those days in Miami, you were like a reckless young lover… insatiable, wild, and we dove into countless reckless moments before the trip ended…

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