They fuck in the shower

Arron didn't know how they managed to keep the shower running and warm with all the time they spent doing anything but focusing on the shower. All she knew was that there was just that spark, that level of comfort and familiarity that made everything seem easy and just right, no thought or hesitation on either aspect of things.

Damien's back was to her as he stood with his head underneath the shower when she made her mind up and stepped out of the pooled dress at her feet and then undid the gaffe, dropping it down to the floor to join the panties she had tried on and bought at the mall in what seemed like another life. The bra came off as well and she stood there for a few moments, holding them in her hands and marveling at how much the hormones had really worked in filling her out. Nothing like a big pair of udders to make you feel less manly all the time... she mused but then smiled and finally she slipped her hair from the clip holding it up and shook it freely as the brunette mane hung midway to her ass. Damien, she suspected, was going to like what he saw.

Looking at him from behind, she knew she already did.

The man's attention was turned away as she opened the shower door and stepped in but the small laugh as she slid in behind him told her that he knew she was joining him. There was no hesitation as he turned around and leaned down, his lips at first gentle then more eager as she returned the kiss. He pulled her body closer in, running his hands up and down her back, cupping her ass, his chest pressing against hers. She pressed herself against him, enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers, the way her nipples became hard and sending tingling sparks throughout her body. Arron knew from her own masturbation sessions how sensitive her nipples were becoming, how enlarged and indeed natural looking compared with other women (changing rooms were a godsend to compare!) they looked and now, from his gazing upon them, felt too.

Arron let out a moan as the man lowered his kisses from her lips to her neck as he gingerly pushed her until her back was pressed against the showerwall. Their height, size, and weight disparity made her feel small and lavishly fragile compared to him and she had a very perverted sense of excitement out of it. She didn't linger on that feeling too long, turning her attention to him and she ran her hands over his chest, feeling his muscles in contrast to her ample breasts and Arron tilted her head up and kissed him again. Her tongue felt his and another shock went through her body. Kissing was always a turn-on for Arron the man and definitely, as a woman, Arron enjoyed it even more.

"Damn, girl, you really are turning out good here..." he whispered when they broke apart, his hands amply cupping her ass and giving them a squeeze. "How on earth did you get those?"

"Don't know, don't care..." she mouthed before she pressed herself against the man again, relishing feeling small against his larger, bulkier frame. She pulled him against her body and ground her crotch against his leg, feeling the tingling as her cock pressed against his leg. It didn't feel any different and as she looked into his eyes, he brushed her soaking hair aside. "It's been so fucking long, hasn't it?"