Mi amigo me folla luego de ducharse CASERO!
The Explicit Tale of My Shower Buddy…
The water cascaded over her supple, glistening skin as she luxuriated under the steamy spray. Maria’s eyes fluttered closed, savoring the heat and pressure massaging tension from her body. She stood there, draped in nothing but ivory, her raven locks sinden with wetness, the suds swirling down the drain.
I’d been over at Maria’s place, catching up on some Netflix when she sauntered out from the hallway, robe loosely tied and tiny droplets clinging to her smooth thighs. “Mind if I go for a quick rinse?” she asked, absently tucking a wayward tress behind her ear. And as if on cue, my eyes followed the path of her hand, drifting down, down, down…
“Be my guest,” I replied, voice cracking slightly. Maria smirked, knowingly.
Now, thanks to the bathroom’s layout, I caught glimpses of her silhouetted form through the steamy glass shower door. I couldn’t help but admire the way her hips rolled, her breasts swayed with each delicate movement. A sort of voyeuristic tension started building in my jeans. I shifted my weight, trying to ease the pressure.
Before I realized what was happening, Maria emerged from the shower, water droplets trailing down her body, robe dangling loosely off one shoulder. She noticed my wandering gaze, and I quickly looked away.
“See something you like?” she asked teasingly, her voice low and sultry. My cock twitched in its denim confines at the innuendo.
“I, uh, I should probably go,” I stammered lamely, struggling to my feet.
Maria froze me with a look, abandoning her robe to puddle on the linoleum. “Stay,” she purred, pressing close. “I’m not done with you.”
I never stood a chance. Not with her lithe body pressed against mine, her tongue teasing along my bottom lip, her hands insistently working open my fly. I was like a ragdoll, instinctually moving to the spicy rhythm of her gyrations and grinding into her. Desire rose within me, my cock swelling harder, straining for purchase in her soaked heat.
Clothing flew to the wayside with wild abandon. Hands and mouths wandered freely along curves and crevices, searching, exploring, taking. Maria sighed as my calloused fingers brushed over her hardened nipples. I pinched, rolled, and palmed that soft flesh, carrying her to heights of pleasure. Low moans echoed from the shag carpet as our furtive coupling intensified.
“Ah, fuck,” I groaned as she took me to the hilt. The wet heat was palpable, my cock throbbing in her clutch. I arched my hips, large hands gripping her rounded ass, lust momentarily overriding all decency. Maria rode me with wild abandon, the soft slap of skin against skin an erotic symphony.
She rode me, grinding her clit on each downward stroke. I reached between us, swirling my thumb over that sensitive bundle of nerves, reveling in her squeals of delight. Her head tipped back, hair drifting over her shoulders like an inky curtain. I gripped her hips, rolling, thrusting, chasing my own completion.
Maria came with a shout, her trembling walls milking my cock. I followed soon after, spilling myself deep inside her. We lay there, tangled, pneumonia, panting in the afterglow. My heart raced, my skin glistening with more than just sweat.
Eventually, we disentangled ourselves. I went to collect my clothes and make my exit, but Maria caught my arm as I passed. “Don’t forget this next time,” she whispered, grabbing her robe and dangling an unmistakable bottle from its pocket. “It’s more fun with lube.”
And with that, she blew me a smoldering kiss, and sauntered off, robe trailing behind her. I gathered my wits – and my clothes – and took my leave, mind already fixating on what I was going to do with that lube next time around.
