Shower time

I was in a hot, wet hell as sher cheeks rolled me back and forth, her sweat collecting around my body as it continued onward. By the time she stopped, I threw up at least twice, my body battered and bruised. She hopped off the treadmill, making her way to the locker room. The first light I've seen in a long time greets me as she pulls down her yoga pants and panties, slipping into one of the showers. Her fingers appear between her cheeks, gripping me as she pulls me out. The air was cold even though the running water was filling the air with steam as she places me in her palm, covering me with shower gel. Everything was moving so quick I didn't see her hand approach her body as she started to use me as washcloth, the suds from her soap covering me as she rubbed me all over her body.