I pulled my fingers out of her with a wet pop and turned her around. I pressed her front against the cool, wet tile of the shower wall. Eleanor didn't need instructions; she bent over, planting both hands firmly against the marble and arching her back until her spine was a deep, inviting curve.
Her ass was spread wide, the skin still pink from the night before, and her asshole was slightly gaping from the attention of my fingers. I reached down, my palms cupping her heavy cheeks and pulling them apart to expose her even more.
I leaned in and spat directly onto the tight heat of her. Then, I leaned my weight forward, rubbing the head of my cock against the entrance, the friction of the wet skin making my head swim. I was right on the verge of taking her in a way she wouldn't forget.
