“Good girl.” My cock throbs, heavy and aching, and I know I’m fucked.
Her body’s trembling, every muscle strung tight, her pussy clenching around my fingers like she’s about to break apart again.
I pull out slowly, watching her shiver at the loss. Then I lift my hand, wet with her, and hold it between us.
“Open,” I order.
Her lips part, hesitant, her cheeks flushing deeper under the steam. She leans in, tongue flicking my finger, then draws it into her mouth, sucking tentatively, awkward, fucking beautiful.
My cock pulses, watching my fingers disappear past her lips, her head moving gently, in and out, like she’s learning me.
“Look at you,” I say, smirking. “Learning fast. You’ll take anything I give you.”
She moans, “Mmm,” brow knitting, the sound vibrating through me, filthy and perfect.
“Good girl,” I rasp again.
Her eyes flick up, shy and bold all at once, and that look just about kills me.
My other hand cups her breast, the weight lush and full, her pink nipple stiff under my thumb. I roll it, slow at first, then pinch harder, left to right, watching her squirm.
“Fuck, Mary,” I growl. “You’re sucking my fingers like my cock.”
Her tongue swirls, clumsy but eager, and I’m losing it, my cock throbbing so hard it hurts.
I pull my fingers from her mouth, trailing spit, and crush her lips with mine, kissing her hard, sucking her bottom lip until she whimpers.
She tastes like water, sex, and need, and I’m drowning in it.
“You’re mine to teach,” I say, breaking the kiss, panting. My cock’s beyond hard, veins pulsing, balls heavy, begging for her.
I spin her around, firm enough that her palms slap against the tile. She steadies herself, back arched, water streaming down her spine. Then she does it: looks over her shoulder at me.
Her lashes are heavy, lips wet and parted, and then she drags her tongue across them slowly; nervous or teasing, I don’t fucking know. Doesn’t matter. That one little flick makes my cock ache so bad it’s almost painful.
Blyat. She doesn’t even know what that does to me.
“Stay there,” I order, gripping her hips, spreading her ass with my hands. Her skin is soft, slick, begging for me.
I line up against her, drag the head of my cock through her folds, and groan low in my chest.
“Feel how wet you are for me?” I say, teasing her entrance. “This pussy’s learning what it can do.”
“Anton…” she gasps, voice breaking, hips twitching back against me.
“That’s it,” I say, sliding into her heat inch by inch, my cock stretching her wide. “Good girl. Take me.”
She pushes her back harder into me, welcoming my cock, her pussy so fucking tight and hot it’s like a vise, squeezing me as I sink deeper.
She arches, flesh trembling under the water, and cries out, “Oh… my… God, Anton…” her voice ragged, desperate.
Fuck, I want her. Want to wreck her, own every shudder, every moan.
I thrust into her slow. Once, twice, and deeper on the third. My balls slap against her, heavy and relentless.
“Fuckkk, fuck…” she sobs.
“You’re taking it so good,” I say through clenched teeth, pounding quicker, faster, her pussy gripping me tight, so fucking good I’m fighting not to come. I grit my teeth, holding back, because this—her lush ass wobbling, her moans filling the air—feels too damn perfect to end.
