Shower fucking

If anyone told you just how much pussy and tit you would be getting after a brain operation, you probably would've recommended that THEY get their heads examined.

Now, though, you were balls deep in yet another woman, someone who until 3 weeks ago, you had no concept or clue that existed but yet now, in this body as Darrell, was not only living her fantasy of being taken by a man that wanted her, she was able to feel his cock deep in her, pinning her against the shower wall, arms splayed out while her head was tilted back and your lips pressed against hers. A part of you, the Steve part, was a bit taken aback at how such a prim and put-together woman had flipped a switch and was now a mess of moans, whimpering, and begging you to take her body and use it for your desire. The Darrell part, in the meantime, was over the moon with reconciling the woman he grew up with and the barely coherent female moaning like a bitch in heat. Then there was a third part, the animal side, that was focused on only taking this woman in front of you and claiming her with your seed, knowing full well that your cock in her pussy had ruined any other man for her.

Sharice was pressed against the shower wall, the water temperature no longer registering in her mind at all, as your grip on her hips held her bent over, your hips thrusting against her rounded ass, pushing and pulling in sync. This wasn't remotely anything like a passionate, delicate love-making session. You were a man, she was a woman, and you were mating. The loss of control, the willingness of her to relinquish control, it excited her to no end and your control over her, dominating her, taking her without asking for her to consent, it was secretly a very big turn on. You hadn't doubted it as your cock slid into her readily. The slut wanted it bad.

She liked things a bit on the rough side and you pulled her hair back as you kissed her, feeling her body instantly shake and she moaned in the kiss. "F-Fuck ...."

You pressed your tongue into her mouth as you pushed deeply into her and you came, pushing in several times and pumping cum in with each push. She came and came hard after the second shot and moaned loudly as she reached behind and held your head on her shoulder. After a few moments of catching your breath, you slid from her, trailing a stream of cum that seeped out of her pussy and trailed down her leg onto the shower floor. You held her upright as her legs shook and you slowly ran your hands up and cupped her breasts, gently holding them and allowing her to calm down and catch her breath.

"Damn, Sugar, you were like a fucking animal..." she whispered softly, resting her head against your shoulder as you turned back on the water and started to warm the two of you up. "I never came like that...ever..."

"You mean...?"

She nodded, smiling as she placed a hand on your hand cupping her breast and stroked your fingers slowly. "Gerald couldn't fuck me that way...he had a pencil dick as far as you're compared..." She rested her hand on it, stroking it slowly and happily discovered you were still capable of being hard for her. "Oh Sugar, you're still hard after all that?"

You turned off the water and carried her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, her arms around your neck and finding a mixture of wanting to protest at how exhausted she was after that and finding a deeper thrill in knowing you didn't care. You didn't care what she wanted at the moment, only that you were still hard and you wanted to fuck her. Sharice felt a very feminine submissive feeling growing in her, or rather it had always been there but was now fully enveloping her, and she let it reign freely. "Sugar..."

"I'm going to take you until you can't remember any other cock than mine..." you teased as you pressed her against the wall and slid into her. "I'm going to mark you as my woman, no other man can match me..."