Something Is Still Missing: Part 9

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She needed no further encouragement, taking his penis firmly in her hand and dragging him upstairs. They were both damp from towelling themselves, and his slim form meant he had started to shiver, but she got the water flowing hot and fast from the shower head above and guided him into the glass enclosure. Immediately she got to work rubbing body wash on herself while he warmed himself under the hot spray, and once she had herself covered in suds, she took his hands and pulled him towards her. She first grabbed his head, kissing him strongly with their eyes closed. With his lips busy, his hands holding her face, she rubbed her body against his, lifting her breasts and turning to wipe her ass along his stomach. She pushed him under the water, reaching up to kiss him again. It was her turn to hold him against a wall.

 

The water was cascading down her silky skin, steam rolling off them in a mad fight for breath. She dropped to her knees, his hands rinsing the bubbles from his arms, and she crouched to start licking his penis. Even with water soaking her hair to her face, she wrapped her fingers around his penis and shook hard, licking in all directions. She buried his penis deep in her throat, desperate to *** loudly over the rushing steam. He tried to grab her hair, move it out of the way, but she grabbed his fingers and stood up, pressing her breasts against him again.

 

She tongued him deeply, ignorant of the water that threatened to drown them both while they stole each other’s oxygen. Her hand went to his penis, guiding it to her nether regions, and he grabbed her cheeks.

“Please, Sir,” her eyes pleaded with water gushing down their faces. “Trust me.” He let go and she angled his penis upwards, guiding the underside of his stiff shaft up the groove of her labia. She lifted her hips, then lowered them, rocking back and forth to tease him. She hugged him close, kissing him without breaking the rhythm of her hips. He hugged her, squeezing her buttocks with his claws, mirroring her hips to apply more pressure. How much he wanted to penetrate her, she did not realise, but she had not yet put his condom on. Her hands pulled the sides of her breasts together, bulging them against his chest before dropping to her knees.

 

She swallowed his penis whole, furiously burying her face in his bush and rubbing his foreskin until his legs were trembling. She lifted herself enough to slide his shaft between her breasts, before gagging on it again while staring up at him. She shook her head side to side, the corners of her mouth revealing a happy grin as she licked his penis and ***d it into her cheeks, spitting and rubbing and choking and gagging. He jolted suddenly, grabbing her hair in lust, and she stood up, though her hand never left his penis.

 

She rubbed and grinded against him, slapping his tip against her clitoris and kissing him passionately. She cupped his face now, hugging their bodies together with his penis grinding against her labia, her clitoris and her stomach. Their eyes were closed as his body tensed, and she thrusted her hips against his to double the pressure. He grunted into her mouth, unable to contain the pleasure that flooded his legs. His penis bounced, with his semen shooting up at her breasts, and in their passionate kiss she continued to ride out his enjoyment. Her hips hammered upwards, then down, and his penis rammed up inside her vagina. She pulled away in panic, eyes wide in *** of the anger on his face.

 

Coming Soon: A Hunting Ritual