Shower BJ

Her lips stretched around his girth, the salty taste of his skin mingling with the shower water dripping down her chin. A low groan escaped the man as Brianna’s tongue traced the swollen vein along his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked tentatively at first, then with growing urgency. His fingers tangled in her wet hair, not forcing, but guiding, each tug sending a conflicting thrill through her.

She gagged slightly as the tip hit the back of her throat, god, this was almost as big as hers was when she was a guy!

Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her hands slid down to cradle his heavy balls, kneading them gently as she worked her mouth up and down his length, figuring if she got this over with fast, maybe Shaun would go away and she could figure this all out.

Shaun’s grip tightened in her hair, his hips snapping forward without warning, forcing his cock deeper into Brianna’s throat. Her eyes flew open, panic flaring as her gag reflex kicked in, saliva spilling down her chin.

“That’s it, bitch,” he growled, his voice rough with arousal. “Take it like the slut you are.”

The words sent a sharp thrill through her,shame and something darker, something she didn’t want to name. Water from the shower splashed against her face, mixing with the spit and tears as Shaun set a brutal pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her mouth.

Shaun’s grip in her hair turned punishing as he thrust deeper, his thick cock stretching Brianna’s throat until her breath hitched in ragged, wet gasps between strokes. Tears streaked down her flushed cheeks, mingling with the shower spray as her fingers clawed weakly at his thighs, not to push him away, but to steady herself against the brutal rhythm. Every choked gag sent vibrations through his shaft, drawing a guttural moan from him as he watched her lips strain around his girth.

Brianna’s throat burned as Shaun’s cock throbbed against her tongue, each thrust forcing a wet, choked whimper from her lips. The shower’s steam clung to her skin, making the air thick and suffocating, but the heat of him was worse, an unrelenting presence between her trembling lips. Her jaw ached, her muscles straining to accommodate him, and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing him to finish, to spill himself down her throat so she could gasp for air and demand answers.

Shaun’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in ragged bursts as Brianna’s throat clenched helplessly around him. With a sharp grunt, he suddenly yanked his cock free, the swollen head glistening with her spit before he brought it down hard against her cheek in a wet, stinging slap. Brianna gasped, her face jerking to the side from the impact, her skin burning where he’d struck her.

Before she could react, thick ropes of cum erupted across her face, her chin, her flushed cheek, as Shaun erupted, painting her in streaks of white.

Shaun's laughter was low and mocking as he looked down at her, his cock still glistening with the remnants of his release. "Look at you," he sneered, thumb swiping through the mess on her cheek before smearing it across her trembling lips. "Loved **** on it, could you, whore?"

Brianna flinched as he stepped back, her breath still ragged, throat raw from the ****. The shower water pounded against her back, washing streaks of cum down her neck and chest in milky rivulets. She wiped at her face with a shaking hand, but it only spread the stickiness further.

Shaun stepped back with a final sneer, turning off the shower with a sharp twist of his wrist. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by Brianna’s ragged breathing and the steady drip of water from the tap. He grabbed a towel, roughly drying himself off before tossing it onto her slumped form. "Clean yourself up," he muttered, not bothering to look back as he pushed open the fogged-up bathroom door. The cold draft from the hallway made her shiver.

Brianna’s fingers trembled against the damp tile as she stared at her reflection in the fogged-up mirror, her reflection, but not hers. The delicate curve of her jaw, the fullness of lips still swollen from Shaun’s ****, the dark eyes wide with horror.

This isn’t me.

But it was. The proof was in the sticky trails of cum sliding down her chest, in the ache of her knees pressed against the cold bathroom floor, in the way her body had trembled not just in disgust, but in something else. Something hungry.

She had been Brian once. Strong. Proud. Unbreakable. Now, Brianna didn't know... but she had to sort it...