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If you counted stop, drop, and rolling as rolling in the dirt.

Which, technically, I guess it was.

I’d not done it out of enjoyment, but out of necessity. Mainly, my fucking clothes being on fire.

All thoughts of clothes, however, were gone the moment she moved to my chest, then further down to my legs.

She purposefully stayed away from my cock, her mouth hovering just a few inches away as she soaped up my legs, even going as far as to clean between my toes.

“Put me in your mouth,” I ordered as my dick strained to get closer to her.

She shook her head, and my hand moved towards her, stopping when it met the dildo that was still suctioned to the tile wall.

Then an idea struck me.

“Suction this down to the tub,” I ordered, handing the dildo and its holder to her. “And sit on it.”

Her eyes widened as she took my dick’s twin.

Then, in silence, she suctioned the fucker to the tub, lifted her hips high and positioned herself over it, then sank down slowly over the top of it.

And that’s when I became jealous over an inanimate object.

She looked up at me, her eyes heated as she rose up until the tip of the dildo poised at her entrance, then sank down again.

“Wash the soap off you,” she ordered breathlessly, repeating the move.

I reached over her to grab the showerhead, removing it from the holder, and maneuvering it over my body.

The soap suds slid down my body, curling around my balls, and streaming down my legs before washing down the drain.

The entire time I watched as her nipples beaded and her chest flushed as she writhed on the fake cock inside of her.

When I looked up to hang the showerhead back up, she surprised me and bent forward, letting the tip of her tongue play along the seam of my cock.

I cursed and gabbed for the top of the shower, one hand curling around the glass door, and the other clutching the shower caddy that was hanging around the showerhead.

She leaned forward and took the tip of my cock in her mouth, her soft tongue licking the sensitive head.

“You taste salty,” she licked her lips, leaning forward and taking me back into her mouth.

I let my hand down and trailed it over her shoulder, fisting my hand into her hair when my fingers met the long, tangled tresses.

She looked up at me as I guided her further.

“Ride the cock, too,” I demanded.

Her body lifted, inadvertently taking more of me at the same time.

I leaned my head back, and promptly got a face full of water.

Me choking didn’t stop her from taking my cock half way down her throat, though.

And I was glad.

I could get over drowning in the shower.

What I couldn’t come back from was if she had stopped.