REALLY can't get away

"Oh my god," Marc gasped. "That was amazing."

"Never speak of this again," Loraine muttered as she rose to her feet, her face beet red. She slowly walked to the sink and gurgled water, trying to wash away the taste of his cum. Unconsciously, she reached between her legs and began stroking herself again.

"C'mon, it wasn't that bad, was it?" Marc asked, walking up to her as she spat.

No, it wasn't bad, Loraine thought. In fact, sucking Marc's cock and hearing his moans got her even more aroused again. She just didn't want the reminder of what happened in her mouth - or on her body. She needed to shower again, and she REALLY needed to finish - Loraine realized she was masturbating again and quickly pulled her hand away. Oh God, I hope Marc didn't see that! She silently prayed.

"Hmm, guess it's an acquired taste," Marc smirked. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

"Ugghh," Loraine moaned, unable to come up with a witty comeback. That was a rare occurrence for her; Marc must really be messing with her head. "I need to wash this off," she muttered, stepping back into the shower. Before she could close the door, Marc quickly tore off his shirt and rushed over.

"W-what are you doing?" Loraine stammered, too shocked to prevent him from joining her in the shower and closing the door behind him.

"Let me help you with that," Marc whispered, reaching behind her to turn on the water.

"W-wait, what?"

"I know what you really want to do in here," Marc said. When Loraine feigned ignorance, Marc continued. "I saw you touching yourself outside, so this day with me obviously turned you on. Let me finish it properly."

"I- I told you, I've never been with a man like this before," Loraine pleaded.

"You've also never given a blowjob before, but that didn't stop you," Marc stated.

"That was - "

Marc silenced her by kissing her on the lips. As warm water poured over them, Marc ran his hands over her boobs, washing away the last traces of his cum. Why did he have to be such a great kisser, Loraine wondered. And why does his hands feel so good roaming over my body? Even if Loraine wanted to pull away, her back was literally against the wall. Instead, she threw her arms around him and kissed him back passionately.

"And, you're definitely not stopping me now," Marc breathed heavily as they broke off their kiss. Loraine couldn't deny it as Marc reached down and lifted her leg.

"How are you hard again already?" Loraine asked, staring down at his cock.

"Because you are so beautiful," Marc whispered, making her blush. "And I've dreamed of this day for so long."

The rest of the night was a muddled haze of passion. Loraine vaguely recalled pleading with Marc to be gentle, which was soon followed by cries for him to harder and faster. These turned into incoherent moans of pleasure as he obliged, thrusting into her like a jackhammer, pounding her against the wall. She couldn't say how many times she orgasmed, each one seemingly more intense than the last, hoping the sound of running water would drown out their screams of passion. Loraine finally collapsed into Marc's arms, exhausted, and could barely keep her eyes open as he half carried half dragged her into her room and placed her on her bed.