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Chapter 11 by Torg Torg

What's next?

Clean up time

As you and Seth reach the bathroom, you turn to him and say, "I'm sure you've never done this before, but I think you'll find that there's a lot to learn." Seth nods eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation.

You turn on the shower and step in, the warm water cascading over your body. Seth follows, his erection still thick and hard. You grab the shampoo and begin lathering your hair, then turn to Seth, your eyes locked on his.

"You can start by washing my back," you command, feeling the power of being the one in control. Seth eagerly takes the bottle of shower gel and begins to massage it into your back, his hands roaming over your curves as he does so.

You moan softly, the sensation of his touch sending shivers down your spine. As he starts to work his way down your body, his hands come around to cup and squeeze your tits. You can feel your pussy reacting, making you smile. After a couple minutes of mammary attention, he continues massaging your ass and running a finger down your crack, which makes you shudder. So good. You're done with shampooing, so you turn to rinse. Seth's hands gravitate to your breasts again, making them and your pussy feel great.

Once you're done rinsing, you pull him into a tight embrace and kiss him hard, your tongue drilling into his mouth. Seth holds you, rubbing his hands up and down your back and squeezing your ass cheeks.

You both start to grind against each other, his erection pressing against your soaked pussy. You move your hand down to his cock, stroking it gently as you kiss. He moans into your mouth, his hands moving to your ass, pulling you harder against him. The water cascades down your bodies, mingling with the soap and sweat, creating a sensual symphony.

As you break the kiss, you whisper, "I want you inside me, Seth." He nods eagerly and steps back. He reaches for the shower gel, but you stop him. "You don't need that," you say as you grab his hand and run it through your slippery slit.

He steps forward, pushing you against the wall, pulling a moan from your throat. He gets it! He guides his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in. You moan as he fills you up, your walls gripping his shaft.

He begins to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that matches your own, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You grasp his arms, pushing yourself into him, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

As the water cascades down on you, it creates a misty rainbow of steam that envelops the two of you. You close your eyes, savoring the sensation of his cock inside you and the way his body feels against yours. He picks up the pace, each thrust deeper and harder, sending your mind into a haze of blissful pleasure.

"Fuck me harder, Seth," you moan, your voice hoarse with desire.

He obliges, slamming into you with all his might. The room fills with your soft moans and the sound of water rushing over your two bodies. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside you.

Faster than you expected, your orgasm hits you like a bus. You shriek as you tighten your legs around Seth's waist, your cunt squeezing all the cum out of his balls. You adore how your body reacts to being flooded with hot cum. He keeps thrusting into you as your mutual release keeps going.

Finally, Seth collapses against you, and you are able to lower your legs to the tile floor. He simply holds you, your pussy pulsing around his spent meat. It takes a minute for you to catch your breath.

"You can fuck or suck me anytime, Mister," you say with satisfaction in your voice.

After some more kissing and fondling, you grab the shampoo and wash his hair. His strength is gone for the moment, and you bask in the knowledge that you fucked him into a coma. He leans against the wall as you tend him until you pull him back to rinse it out. Then you wash the rest of him, spending a minute on his cock. You rinse your hair again and put conditioner in. By then Seth has mostly recovered. You step out and hand him a towel, and you dry yourself off with another. The two of you head back to the living room and find DJ and Zach napping. Seth practically falls in the middle of the couch and passes out.

"I win," you say out loud rather smugly.

What's next?

More fun
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