She screamed, her body shaking violently, her eyes rolling back in the shower.
She cummed and cummed.
When she did, he filled her again, hot, heavy loads painting her inner walls and seeping out, pooling at her feet.
He didn't stop. He kept going, the relentless rhythm of his lovemaking driving her mad. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls as he continued to thrust into her with unyielding intensity.
He moved his cock in and out of her with such force that she felt like she was being consumed by pleasure. She arched her back, unable to control the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
She felt like she was floating, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain.
The shower stall was small, and the water was mixing with the fluids, creating a thick, slippery mess. The glass door was obscured by fog and sweat and sperm, making it hard to see through. He gripped her hips, and he continued to be rough and fast, unrelenting.
