Perhaps letting her in was a mistake?

You watch her in a combination of fascination and horror as she laps at the mess you just made on the shower door. Still firmly grasping your softening member in her left hand, she gets down on her knees and recklessly smears the cum into her mouth and around her face. The sight puts you into a momentary trance as she starts to move her hand in time with the licking of her tongue. All you can realize for the moment is how good it feels as her gentle massaging is bringing your cock back to life.

Her attention turns away from the glass and back to you as she notices the stiffness returning to the plaything in her hand. You can't help but admire how hot she is with your seed glistening off her lips, nose, and chin. She grins at you as she gazes into your eyes. The gentle massaging now becomes long serious pumps. "It didn't take you that long to recover, now did it?"

All your memories come back as she reminds you of your earlier excuse. Memories such as the need to be to work on time. Shocked back into reality, you complain weakly about being late and try to push your way past her and out of the shower. "Please, love, I need to get to work today."

"No way!" she replies in an aggressive tone. Using her free hand, she blocks your escape by slamming the shower door behind her. At the same time, she uses the grasp she has on your member as leverage to **** you back against the wall. "Not until you give me what I want!" Her voice becomes more seductive, "and I want your cum -- all of it!"

You struggle for a moment in vain as she pins your legs to the wall with her chest. She transfers her grip on your rebellious member to conveniently position it between her firm breasts. With both hands free she gets a hold on your ass and tickles you into a convulsive fucking motion. As much as you are trying to resist, you know that your own body is betraying you as you start to relax and let her have her way with you.

Noticing your growing submission, she says, "See? Isn't it better when you don't try to resist?" You exchange a grin and a conspiratorial chuckle as she relaxes her grip and reaches for the . . .