Morgane in the Shower

Morgane’s waiting for you in the shower. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you under the main stream. There she kisses you. Her lips are pressed against your lips. Her tongue dances with your tongue. Her breasts press against your chest. Your slowly hardening cock pushes against her belly. Your hands reach down to grope the cheeks of her ass.

You’re lost in the wonder of her body. Hot, needy flesh. Desire in her kisses, in your kisses. Hard nipples pressed against your chest. Passion burning in her brown eyes. Lust rising in your groin.

You only break to clean each other, her fingers exploring your body, your fingers moulding her flesh, shower gel adding a lively sheen before being washed away. Her pussy is swollen and red with desire by the time you’ve finished groping her breasts. Your cock is purple and fully engorged by the time her hands have washed it clean.

You can’t wait any longer. You turn her round, so her ass is facing you. You press her breasts against the glass of the shower walls. You guide her ass towards you. You drive your groin towards her groin. You mount her. The pleasure of Morgane’s perfect pussy embraces your erect cockhead. You both groan your pleasure over the backdrop of white noise. You stand there for a moment, feeling the hot, wet tightness grip your shaft. Then you start to play.

You could never have enough of Morgane’s pussy. You could never get enough of any of your girlfriends’ pussies, but Morgane’s is just a different level. Water cascades over you, around you, but all you feel is the burning hot tightness that holds you in her. Your groans grow louder. Her groans diminish until she’s silent and motionless, only responding when your thighs smack against her cushioned ass. Her first orgasm is just a shimmer of flesh on the outside, but a cataclysm of muscle spasms in the inside.

You can’t fight her spasming insides. You push to the right depth and experience the wonder as her muscles line up with your shaft’s sensitive spots, and stand there, feeling the pure pleasure her body gives yours, knowing that her experience is just the same as yours. As her orgasm fades you start thrusting again.

You’ve been holding her hips. Now you let your righthand sneak round and grasp one of her bountiful, beautiful breasts, enjoying its weight in your palm, feeling it vibrate with each thrust of your hips into hers. You need to increase this experience. You pull out. You spin her round, so she’s facing you. You lift her right leg. You press her back against the glass shower wall. You thrust yourself back in.

Back to the rhythm of your copulation. Back to the pleasure of her pussy. You lean in to kiss her. You can feel every silent moan she makes as your lips mash with hers. Her breasts press against your chest. You can feel every wobble now as your chest presses against hers. You can feel every muscle spasm of joy as your cock penetrates deep into her. Everything else is irrelevant, the cascading water, the world outside the shower. All that matters is your body embraced by hers, wrapped in each other, flesh on flesh, desire in desire.

Her second orgasm is as silent and as wonderful as the first. You try to carry on thrusting. You can’t. You stand there feeling the perfect massage of your cock. And when it begins to fade, you erupt. The pumping of your seed into her sparks her super-orgasm. She shimmers and shakes silently overwhelmed. Your mind grows blank with your pleasure. By the time you recover your dick is wilting inside her. When you pull out your seed follows.

You wash your own groin. You wash her groin. She looks at you with adoration as you do so. Then you turn off the shower, grab two towels, pass one to her and start drying off. A few more pants and she joins you.