Of course not.

You can't resist. You only just came a little bit ago, but she's already got you hard as a rock all over again. You step inside the shower, enjoying the warm mist inside, and grab her tits roughly.

She smiles expectantly, and spreads her legs for you. "See anything you like, Master?"

You growl, horny enough that words are hard to form. "You..."

You feel her pussy; it's already soaking wet, and perfect for a fuck. Without further foreplay, you shove her against the shower wall and slam into her pussy. She screams in pleasure, her tight hole convulsing around you from the first stroke, and her cries only get louder and more insistent with every thrust, and you're soon inside her to the hilt, your balls hitting her thighs with a wet slapping noise that only drives the both of you into an even higher frenzy.

She groans, cumming with yet another cry, her eyes fluttering in ecstasy as her pussy clamps even harder on your dick. That does it, and your balls boil and spew another load into her soaking hole.

As you pull out, she seems to come to a bit, and she kneels before you, expertly and delicately sucking your tool clean for a second time. She giggles as she finishes, seeming very pleased with herself.

"Well," she says, "We've gotten nice and dirty again...time to clean you off, Master..."

With that, she begins to wash you from head to toe, not missing an inch. Her hands are divine, gently massaging every tense muscle and scrubbing away every bit of dirt, not to mention giving you a rather intensely pleasurable hand job, which leaves you gasping and cumming for a third time today.

After she's satisfied as to your cleanliness, she smiles and says, "Would Master like to wash his ****, or shall I wash myself?"