ZEPH
you have a happy personality with a heavy soul
She rolls against you and you moan through your grin, eyes falling shut in exasperated pleasure at the wanton teasing of close-but-not-quite pressure on your cock. It's a very hard thing (hah) to keep from shoving her up against the wall right then and there, especially as she runs her hands over your salty, tired muscles and whispers just loud enough to be heard over the shower that she wants you and-
-and you know what? Fuck it. Or more appropriately, fuck her.
A week's worth of pent-up aggravation and sexual frustration has mixed with the adrenaline of having seen a ghost, and the sight and smell and touch and taste and sounds of the wild woman you love is just the right sort of ammunition to send you over the edge. Roughly, forcefully, needily you press her back against the shower wall, water cascading over your back as you kneel down and hitch a leg up over your shoulder, wasting no time in going to work on her sweet, delicious core. One arm wraps around said leg; the other holds tight to her hip, fingers clasped possessively on her pale skin. You don't want her to cum yet - just to come close.
-and you know what? Fuck it. Or more appropriately, fuck her.
A week's worth of pent-up aggravation and sexual frustration has mixed with the adrenaline of having seen a ghost, and the sight and smell and touch and taste and sounds of the wild woman you love is just the right sort of ammunition to send you over the edge. Roughly, forcefully, needily you press her back against the shower wall, water cascading over your back as you kneel down and hitch a leg up over your shoulder, wasting no time in going to work on her sweet, delicious core. One arm wraps around said leg; the other holds tight to her hip, fingers clasped possessively on her pale skin. You don't want her to cum yet - just to come close.
sometimes, it gets weird
