Showers of Desire

The scent of lavender and damp skin hung heavy in the air as I lay sprawled across the plush king-sized bed, a silent invitation radiating from my body. She was a goddess, sculpted from curves and sin, a masterpiece of flesh and desire. Her name was Seraphina, and the mere thought of her sent shivers down my spine. As she announced her intention to take a shower, a potent cocktail of anticipation and frustration brewed within me. A quickie in the shower – it was a gamble, but one I was willing to take. “But, please don’t shower ambush me tonight – I have to…” The abrupt ending of her sentence felt like a cruel twist of fate, extinguishing the nascent flames of lust before they could fully ignite. Disappointment, sharp and bitter, washed over me. I craved her, needed her, and the sudden denial was agonizing. Yet, despite the setback, my desire burned hotter than ever.

Driven by an insatiable need, I rose from the bed, shedding my clothes with a swift, almost desperate movement. My manhood, swollen and erect, pulsed with a primal energy, a testament to the unyielding force of my lust. I laid a towel on the bed, a small, pathetic offering to the goddess before me. Then, with deliberate slowness, I began to thrust, a silent, insistent plea for her attention. The rhythmic movement, the building pressure, was a desperate attempt to break through the wall of her self-imposed restraint. The shower stall door swung open, revealing Seraphina swaying naked in the heart of the steamy room. The water cascaded down her perfect form, clinging to her glistening skin, highlighting every curve, every ripple, every exquisitely sculpted muscle. The sight of her wet, vulnerable body sent a jolt of pure pleasure through me, intensifying my already overwhelming desire. Her sweet nipples, swollen and sensitive, caught the light, beckoning me closer.

I rose, drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and moved towards the bathroom. The anticipation was almost unbearable, each step a monumental effort to control the burgeoning chaos within me. She knew I was there, watching, observing, and the knowledge fueled my obsession. She arched her back, a slow, languid sway of her hips, lifting and cupping her enormous breasts. It was a deliberate provocation, a calculated display of dominance, designed to push me to the very edge of my control. I stood there, mesmerized, my hand tracing the outline of my own erect member, feeling the frantic beat of my heart mirroring the desperate rhythm of my urges. The shower began again, the rhythmic drumming of the water amplifying the tension in the room.

"Baby, just don't cum or drip on the floor, okay?" Her voice, laced with amusement and challenge, cut through the humid air. It was a playful warning, a gentle reminder of the consequences of succumbing to my desires. Yet, her words only served to intensify my lust, fueling my resolve to break free from her restraint.

The next night, the atmosphere was different, softer, more subdued. I found her in the bathroom, meticulously drying herself, her body still damp and fragrant. Without hesitation, I moved in, pulling down her panties from her luscious, curvy backside. The feel of her silk fabric against my skin was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I cupped her bouncy, swinging tits, tracing the delicate curves of her nipples with my fingertips. “This is what you get, tease,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. Then, I entered her hot, wet pussy from behind, plunging deep into the dark, moist abyss. Her moans, desperate and pleading, filled the room as I began my assault, thrusting repeatedly, with savage intensity. "Oh, baby, oh!!" she cried out, clinging to me as I pushed myself deeper, further, into her. The release was inevitable, a torrent of pleasure that shook us both. Groans and cries of ecstasy escaped our lips as we succumbed to the primal urge, lost in a shared experience of unparalleled intensity.

Once the storm had passed, she knelt before me, her body still trembling with pleasure. I held her captive, cupping her incredible tits before I unleashed my pent-up energy onto their sensitive nipples. Groaning with pleasure, she stroked my balls, her touch igniting a fresh wave of ecstasy. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless.

“Ahhh… What did you expect, baby? Going to tease me again?” Her voice, a husky whisper, held a playful challenge. “Yes,” I replied, my voice raw with desire, “Maybe more often!” Her laughter filled the room, a sound as intoxicating as her touch. "Let's see about that," she purred, her eyes locking with mine, a silent promise of further delights to come. The shower may have denied me my immediate gratification, but tonight, I had taken control, claiming my due from the goddess who held me captive in her irresistible allure. The scent of lavender and damp skin lingered in the air, a potent reminder of our shared pleasure, a testament to the raw, unbridled desire that had consumed us both. The night was far from over, and I knew, with absolute certainty, that Seraphina was just getting started. My lust for her was a fire that would never be extinguished, and I wouldn't have it any other way. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And as I looked into her eyes, I knew that this was just the beginning of our twisted, passionate, and utterly unforgettable love affair.

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