Take your time and take care of your needs.

Beth reached up to unhook the shower head from its cradle. Two quick snaps of the selector switched it into pulse setting. She leaned back against the cool wall of the shower and began to work. This is the only chore I care about right now...

She fixed her mind on a pleasant fantasy {if History = 0
}of getting a strong, primal fucking. {elseif Tatas = 1
}of getting fucked having her tits worked over by a pair of strong hands. {elseif Dat Ass = 1
}of getting fucked {if Shame > 70
}from behind{else
}in her ass.{endif
}{elseif Head Game = 1
} of taking a cock down her throat until she choked on it. {else
}of being handcuffed, choked, spanked, and mercilessly fucked facedown on the mattress. {endif
}
"Fuck...." Beth was getting lost in her fantasy and in the welling pleasure that the pulsing, warm water was bringing her. It didn't take much time for her to cum: a quivering, knee-buckling wave of pleasure that crested, fell and crested again.
After her orgasm, Beth finished cleaning herself, shaved her legs, and stepped out of the shower to towel off. Her stomach growled. Cumming always makes me hungry.
Beth chuckled to herself, wrapping the towel around her chest and snagging her phone on the way down the stairs to the kitchen. As she bent over in front of the fridge to snag a yogurt, she noticed that she had a voicemail from Brian.