Time for Amy’s ass

You don’t need to be told twice.

You press your now-hard cock against Amy’s ass, sliding it between her cheeks while the hot water continues to rain down on both of you. She’s still slick from everything - her own juices, your earlier loads, and the fresh mess from the piss play. You reach down and spread her ass with both hands, rubbing your throbbing head right against her tight back hole.

Amy braces her hands on the tiled wall and pushes back against you, breathing fast.

“You want my ass now?” she asks, voice husky and daring. “Then take it, Peralta. But go slow at first… I want to feel every inch.”

You spit into your hand, mixing it with the water and her wetness, and coat your cock thoroughly. You press forward, the head of your cock nudging insistently against her tight ring. Amy lets out a shaky moan as you push in — slow, steady pressure until the head finally pops past her rim.

“Fuck…” she gasps, forehead pressed to the cool tile. “You’re thick.”

You groan at how incredibly tight she is, her ass gripping you like a vice. You give her a moment to adjust, rubbing slow circles on her hips and lower back while the hot water runs down between you.

“You okay?” you ask, voice strained with how badly you want to thrust.

Amy nods quickly, then pushes back, taking another inch. “Deeper. I can take it.”

You grip her hips tighter and slide in further, burying more of your cock into her ass with every careful thrust until you’re finally buried to the hilt. The feeling is overwhelming - scorching hot and impossibly tight. Amy’s legs tremble as she lets out a long, broken moan.

“God, Jake… move,” she demands.

You start fucking her ass with long, deep strokes, gradually picking up speed. The wet slap of your hips against her ass echoes through the shower stall. Amy reaches back with one hand, spreading herself wider for you while her other hand rubs her clit furiously.

“Harder,” she moans. “Fuck my ass like you mean it.”

You give her what she wants - harder, deeper thrusts that make her cry out. You reach around and slide two fingers into her cum-filled pussy, curling them while you pound her ass. The dual sensation makes Amy shake violently.

“Shit- yes, just like that,” she whimpers. “I’m gonna come again.”

Her ass clenches around your cock like a fist as her orgasm crashes through her. You keep fucking her through it, fingers pumping in her pussy, feeling her tremble and squeeze around you from both holes.

The pressure becomes too much.

You bury yourself deep in her ass and cum hard for the third time, groaning her name as you pump thick ropes of cum deep inside her tightest hole. You keep thrusting through your orgasm, filling her ass until it starts leaking out around your cock, mixing with the shower water.

You stay buried inside her as you both come down, breathing heavily under the spray. Amy’s legs are shaking so badly you have to hold her up.

She lets out a breathless, satisfied laugh.

“…Okay,” she pants. “Now I’m really going to have trouble walking back to my desk. And sitting down.”

You kiss the back of her neck, still buried in her ass, and smile against her wet skin.

“Worth it?”

Amy squeezes around you one last time and smirks over her shoulder.

“Very worth it, Detective.”