"Yessss," she gasped, "play with my ass, baby."
Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began to
stroke my finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts of
my cock up into her pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in my
balls, moving up and threatening to erupt as my orgasm
approached.
Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down
around my cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of her
spasms hit her. My own climax was not far behind, and I yelled
out loud as I felt the tip of my cock explode, sending a torent
of my hot cum into the deepest reaches of her cunt. We both rode
out the rest of the storm of sensations and at last she rested
herself on me and we kissed, again, sharing our passion and the
gratitude we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex we had
just shared.
Water. Hot water that pours down in a steady stream over my back.
Hands, his hands, running a bar of soap over my skin, slicking suds all
over my body. Slippery bodies, wet and soapy, sliding against each other.
"I've always had a fantasy about showers" I remark conversationally as I
adjust the water temperature. "Okay, love. Come on in so I can close the
curtain. He steps in and I pull the curtain. "I do you first" I say.
"Okay. Just let me get my hair wet." He bends down under the showerhead. 
