Sealed Agreement

As their lips met, Sophia's tongue danced with Patrice's, their mouths still tasting the sweetness of her release. The water jets continued to pulse around them, a soothing serenade that underscored the ecstasy still coursing through Sophia's body. Patrice's hands slid up her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine as he deepened the kiss, his cock throbbing against her clit, stirring the embers of her passion.

Sophia's legs, still trembling from her orgasm, wrapped around Patrice's waist, drawing him closer as she ground against his erection. The movement sent shivers through both of them, and Patrice's hips began to move, his cock seeking out the entrance to Sophia's pussy.

As their lips met, Sophia's tongue danced with Patrice's, the taste of her own juices still lingering on his lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, the connection between them crackling with electricity. Patrice's cock, still hard and throbbing, pressed against Sophia's clit, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned into his mouth, her hips subtly grinding against him, seeking more contact.Patrice's hands massaged her breasts and stimulated her nipples as raised herself up and sat down on his cock taking it deep inside and causing her to moan in his name in pleasure, " Paaaatricce..." The sound of her voice was like music to his ears, and he let out a low growl as he felt her pussy walls contracting around his shaft. Sophia's hips began to move, a slow, sensuous rhythm, as she rode him reverse cowgirl, her wet hair cascading down towards her back, her body glistening with water droplets.

Patrice's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he watched her take him in, again and again. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the bathroom, a primal symphony of pleasure. The water jets continued to pulse around them, a soothing serenade that underscored the ecstasy still coursing through Sophia's body, her breasts swaying gently with each movement. Patrice's tongue wrestled with Sophia's as his cock relished in the pleasure of their union.

As Sophia moved up and down, Patrice tried to move his hands to grasp her hips only to have her move them back to her breasts and scold him for trying to take over.

Sophia stood up and gazed down in Patrice's eyes as she took his cock in her hand. She felt him getting close, but before she would let him orgasm she needed him to answer her question "Whose cock is this and who does it serve ?" Sophia demanded

Sophia's question caught Patrice off guard, but he quickly regained his composure. "It's yours, Sophia," he replied, his voice low and husky. "It serves you, in any way you desire."

Sophia's eyes locked onto Patrice's, her gaze intense and unwavering. "I want to feel you cum inside me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Patrice stood up and picked up Sophia as if she was a feather, her legs wrapping around his waist. Sophia reached down and guided Patrice's anaconda to her pussy, her body shuddering in anticipation as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance.

Patrice's grip on her waist tightened as he slowly entered her, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of her warmth enveloping him. Sophia's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent gasp as she felt him filling her up.

Their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echoing through the bathroom. Patrice's hands gripped Sophia's hips, guiding her movements as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her until she bottomed out and had taken all of him inside.