Shower With An Angel - Sex Stories

Shower With An Angel

Water gently cascading down our nudity, I wash her long, dark hair with gentle care. Highly aroused, I admire her wonderful form.

Hair rinsed, manhood between her cheeks, I reach to fondle her beautiful, soft breasts. Sighing, she turns to face me and strokes my firm erection.

Squealing as her back contacts the cold wall, I raise her leg and enter her. Tightly hugging, we gyrate against the wall. Our urgency grows. Breathing labours. Ploughing her furrow, the seed is sown as we tremble in a tight, loving embrace.

A series of mini orgasms follow as I continue washing her.