Foot-fuck her even harder

_Shit, _I thought. There's no explaining this one. She's caught me red-handed, or wet-footed rather.

I considered pulling out, awkwardly extracting my foot from her warm and welcoming cunt, wiping off the slick juices she'd coated it in, and then... what? We go back to being regular housemates and never talk about this? I'm fucked either way, so in for a toe, in for the whole foot.

With that decided, I roughly jammed my foot forward, hearing a delightful squishing sound from her spread, dripping cunt-lips as they eagerly accepted my digits back inside. A grunt escaped Anna's mouth as she was pushed back against the tiled wall.

"Ow, Shaun, what the fuck?" she shouted, attempting to stand up and push me back. Given her drunken state, and the slipperiness of the wet tiles, I easily put her back on her ass with a firm shove to the shoulder, and she hit the wall again.

"Why the fuck are you - oof - doing this, you - ohh - fucking asshole?" she demanded, outraged but unable to stifle the moans and grunts my rough penetration was eliciting. A few more shoves counteracted her attempts to stand, and eventually she accepted the situation, although not without some more protesting.

"You're such a fucking scumbag," she spat venomously, her hips still moving forward to meet my every thrust. "I'm gonna fuck - ahh - I'm gonna fuck you up so badly - ooh, ooh, god! I'm gonna fuck you up after this - ahh, ugh god, god, ohhhhh...." Soon her resentful insults were overwhelmed as she lost the capacity for speech entirely. I felt the slickness increase as her cunt clamped tight around me, and she let out one last guttural cry that echoed in the close quarters.

Looking down, I could see the muscles in her thick thighs tensing and spasming, as they closed tight around my ankle, and a gush of fluid came spurting out from between her legs. After nearly a minute locked in place, her thighs relaxed, and she fell back against the shower wall again, muttering under her breath; "fucking... asshole..."