You’re not done with her yet

You’re not done with her yet.

Even after she came hard around your cock, her pussy still fluttering and squeezing you, you stay buried deep inside her for a few more thrusts, savoring the wet heat. But the urge to have her mouth again is suddenly overwhelming.

You pull out slowly, your cock glistening with her juices and the remains of your first load. Amy’s legs slide down until her feet touch the wet tile. She looks up at you, flushed and breathing hard, water streaming down her face.

Before she can say anything, you gently guide her down onto her knees in front of you. The hot shower spray beats down on her back and shoulders as she looks up at you with dark, hungry eyes.

“Want my mouth now?” she asks, voice husky. A wicked little smirk tugs at her lips as she wraps her fingers around your throbbing, messy cock. “Greedy today, aren’t you, Peralta?”

You nod, threading your fingers through her wet ponytail. “I need to feel your throat.”

Amy doesn’t tease. She leans forward and takes you straight into her mouth, sinking down until her nose presses against your stomach. The sudden heat and tightness make you groan loudly. She works you with long, sloppy strokes, her tongue swirling around your shaft, tasting both of you mixed together.

“Fuck, Amy… just like that,” you moan, hips twitching.

She pulls back for air, stroking you fast with her hand while looking up at you. “You’re going to cum down my throat this time,” she says, almost like an order. “I want to taste you.”

Then she dives back down, sucking you harder, faster. The wet, obscene sounds of her throat echo off the shower tiles. One of her hands cups your balls while the other pumps the base of your cock in time with her mouth. Her eyes water slightly from the depth, but she doesn’t pull away - if anything, she takes you even deeper.

The pressure builds fast.

“I’m close,” you warn, gripping her ponytail tighter.

Amy moans around your cock in response, the vibration pushing you over the edge. You thrust shallowly into her mouth and cum hard, groaning her name as thick spurts shoot straight down her throat. She swallows greedily around you, taking every drop without spilling, her throat working rhythmically as you empty yourself completely.

When you finally finish, she pulls off slowly, licking her lips and breathing hard. A few stray drops of cum and water glisten on her chin before the shower washes them away. She looks up at you with a satisfied, slightly smug expression.

“Better?” she asks, voice raspy from the deep-throating.

You pull her back up to her feet and kiss her deeply, tasting yourself on her tongue. She melts into it, pressing her soaked body against yours under the hot spray.

“Much better,” you murmur against her lips. “Though now I’m definitely not going to be able to focus for the rest of the day.”

Amy laughs softly, nipping at your bottom lip. “Good. That makes two of us.”