Hand Washing

Tomas's words sent a thrill down Sophia's spine, and she couldn't help but gasp as he pinned her to the glass wall of the shower. The cold surface of the glass pressed against her back, a stark contrast to the heat of Tomas's body, as he thrust into her with a fierce intensity. Sophia's head lolled back, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the feeling of him inside her.

Tomas's hands gripped Sophia's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place, his thrusts growing harder and faster with each passing moment.

Sophia was in ecstasy as she marveled at the effortless way with which Tomas could hold her and fuck her so hard.

As Tomas's thrusts grew harder and faster, Sophia's body began to tremble, her legs tightening around his waist as she felt herself being lifted off the ground. The glass wall of the shower creaked softly under the pressure, the sound mingling with the rush of water and Sophia's own ragged breathing. Tomas's fingers dug deeper into her hips, his grip almost bruising as he held her in place, his eyes burning with an intense focus as he gazed into hers.

Sophia's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she screamed out, "I win...I win..I win!" Her body shuddered with pleasure as she reached her climax, her inner walls clenching around Tomas's cock in a series of spasms. Tomas grunted in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his own peak, his release filling Sophia with a warmth that seemed to radiate from the core of her being.

Tomas held Sophia in the air for 5 more minutes while their tongues wrestled and their bodies slick with sex, sweat and water continued to grind. He slowly lowered her to the ground, his cock slipping out of her as he did so. Sophia let out a sigh of contentment, her legs wobbling slightly as she stood.

Tomas knew his place and sunk to his knees and Sophia stood over his mouth and flexed the muscles in her pussy so that she could push all of his cum down into this mouth. Tomas tenderly lapped at Sophia's pussy until he had cleaned it completely. Sophia's eyes gleamed with a mixture of satisfaction and dominance, her chest heaving slightly from the exertion of their lovemaking. She gazed down at Tomas, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back slightly as she whispered, "You're mine, now swallow every last drop."

Tomas's eyes locked onto Sophia's, his throat working as he swallowed, the muscles in his neck rippling with the effort. Sophia's grip on his hair tightened, her nails digging into his scalp as she held him in place, her eyes burning with an intense possessiveness.

Tomas rose to his feet and delicately massaged Sophia as he bathed her and washed her hair so she could go home to her husband.

As Tomas finished washing Sophia's hair, he gently tilted her head back, allowing the water to rinse away the suds. Sophia's eyes closed, and she let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under Tomas's skilled touch. The sound of the water cascading down around them created a soothing melody, and for a moment, they just stood there, savoring the tranquility of the moment.

Tomas's hands moved with precision, massaging Sophia's scalp, working out the knots and tangles. His fingers danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Sophia's lips curled into a gentle smile, her eyes still closed, as she reveled in the sensation.