Shower Sins: A Wet Reckoning

The lingering scent of lavender and damp skin still clung to the air, a tangible reminder of the previous night’s shared pleasure. It had been a strange, almost surreal experience, fueled by a potent combination of lust and a peculiar fascination with the oversized dildo we’d brought home from a late-night trip to a discreet adult novelty shop. The memory of Sally’s raw abandon, her body a whirlwind of grunts and moans as she pounded against the shower wall, was burned into my mind, an insistent image that pulled me back to that moment with unnerving clarity.

The next day, after a hasty shower and a quick breakfast, I couldn’t resist the urge to send her a text message, confessing my arousal and admiration for her uninhibited display. Her immediate response – “I think I’m still sore, but I want to do it again!” – confirmed my suspicions: she was just as consumed by the experience as I was.

Following the established routine, we managed to corral the kids into a long, satisfying nap, leaving us alone in the quiet sanctuary of our bedroom. As Sally stepped into the shower, I quickly secured the suction cup to the headboard, a measure of precaution that felt both absurd and oddly satisfying. The hefty, 10-inch dildo, complete with a built-in vibration function, sat on the nightstand, radiating a silent promise of further indulgence.

She emerged from the shower, her towel wrapped around her, dripping and glistening. The casual disregard for modesty, the deliberate shedding of the garment, felt like an invitation, a signal that she was eager to return to the primal pleasures we’d discovered. She moved with a fluid grace, her body a study in feminine power, and settled onto the bed, the dildo already in her grasp. Her eyes locked with mine, a silent acknowledgment of the shared desire that throbbed between us.

“I want two of them,” she murmured, gesturing to the two cocks that lay on the bed beside her. It was a simple request, yet it carried an undeniable weight, a plea for a return to the depths of our mutual lust. I readily complied, pulling myself up to my knees, positioning myself as close as possible to her intoxicating presence. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat mirroring the anticipation building within me.

As she began to move her mouth between the two cocks, expertly manipulating their positions, I felt a wave of heat wash over me. Her technique was flawless, a perfect blend of control and abandon. With one hand, she caressed my body, her touch electrifying, while the other held the dildo, its vibrations intensifying the sensation. It wasn’t long before I reached the precipice of ecstasy, clinging desperately to the edge as she expertly toyed with my senses.

I managed to restrain my own release, focusing all my energy on her pleasure, and subtly shifted her, positioning her so the dildo could penetrate my body from behind. Crawling beneath her, I guided the massive cock into her waiting pussy, a slow, deliberate act of conquest. Even through the layers of clothing, I could still feel the heat radiating from her skin, the primal energy surging through her veins. I kept my eye on the scene, making sure she was enjoying every moment. My hand found its way to her clit, licking and teasing it with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“How does your pussy taste on that cock baby?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

“Mmmm…so good,” she replied, her voice a breathless whisper. “I like yours better with my pussy juice all over it. I’m coming all over both cocks.”

As she turned back to me, her words were a blatant invitation to join her in her pleasure. She slid back and forth all over the bed, stroking my cock while simultaneously sucking on the dildo, her movements frantic and desperate. The vibrations from the toy intensified, sending shivers through my body. It was clear that she was nearing her peak, her body trembling with anticipation.

She turned again, her eyes burning with a feverish intensity, and began to dominate the bed frame cock, expertly maneuvering it into her mouth. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, a complete immersion in her pleasure.

“You’re a good girl,” she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. “Don’t stop fucking me.”

With those words, I unleashed my own pent-up desires, exploding deep within her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. I felt her contract as I filled her with hot come, her body convulsing with each thrust. She rolled over, her eyes closed, lost in the depths of her own ecstasy.

“I want you to make me come again,” she pleaded, her voice barely audible. “Lick my clit, please?”

Without hesitation, I bent over her, kissing down from her nipples to her belly button, then to her cum-covered pussy. I meticulously licked her inner thighs, savoring the warmth of her skin, before moving on to her throbbing nub. As I teased the lips of her pussy, she moaned with pleasure, her body writhing in response. The combined sensation of our pleasure, the shared heat of our arousal, was intoxicating.

“Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming hard…I’m gonna come all over your tongue,” she shrieked, her voice rising in pitch. “Oh…oh…mmmm….yeah that feels good.”

I looked up to see her, completely consumed by her pleasure, still clinging to the dildo with one hand and stroking it with the other. It was a testament to her raw, unbridled desire, a perfect embodiment of the pleasure we had found together.

She turned back to me, her face flushed and glistening with sweat. “That was so hot and I can tell by your cock that you’re ready to go again.” She asked me, “What do you want?”

I laid back down next to her, pulling myself close and reaching for a portion of her come. As I stroked my cock, she mirrored my movements, sliding her fingers into my asshole. The pace quickened, our bodies locked in a frantic dance of pleasure. We continued to stimulate each other, pushing our limits, until finally, I shot another stream of come all over my chest.

“I’m turned on again,” she said, her voice breathless. “Are we just going to go back and forth all night?” she asked as she pulled her purple vibrator out of the nightstand.

“I think so,” I replied, a grin spreading across my face.

The night continued in this vein, a relentless cycle of passion and pleasure. We lost track of time, consumed by the intensity of our shared experience. As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, we collapsed into a tangled heap, exhausted but deeply satisfied. The lingering scent of lavender and damp skin served as a silent reminder of the night we’d shared, a testament to the power of lust and the intoxicating allure of a shared pleasure.

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