Trust Darryl

He seemed genuine enough in his intentions, despite the tick he pulled on you. You decide to stick with the devil you know, and who is currently claiming your pussy. Shower sex his hardly all that comfortable in the best of times, and these are not. You can only hope Darryl gets more pleasure out of it than you do, otherwise you could be here a while, and chafed at that. But not so much that he'll lose control of himself... Fuck, you've gotten yourself into quite a bind, haven't you?

Whatever the case, Darryl seems to be enjoying himself plenty behind you. He is speeding up slightly. You look back at him, wanting to communicate an order to pull out by way of an angry glare. Angry glares are considerably less effective when the intended target has his eyes closed, though. Darryl is standing right in the stream of water cascading down from the shower head, with his head tilted back slightly and his eyes firmly shut. He's clearly absorbed in what he's doing. Too absorbed, maybe?

You wave a hand, hoping that he might notice, but he doesn't. Well, if all his attention is on your pussy, then that's what you'll have to use. You step forward, straightening yourself against the wall and pulling away from Darryl. Rather than just letting you get away, he follows you, and presses you into the wall, his cock never leaving you. "Fuck, Cindy! Just stay still, ok?!" He is thrusting faster now, though still clearly making an effort to keep quiet. "Just remember to pull out!" "I - ah! - told you I would!"

He lets his hands roam up your body until they find your tits, and then starts tweaking your nipples. You're just starting to actually enjoy it, when he suddenly pulls out. Realizing what must be happening, you lunge sideways, hoping to dodge the impending cumshot. When you spin around to face Darryl, though, you see his is still stroking himself and turning towards you. His hand is slowing, and he smiles at you through gritted teeth. "P-Please..." He probably can't hear you over the shower, but it should be obvious what you meant. Darryl steps closer, pinning you in the corner of the alcove.

Darryl very deliberately tilts his cock up and down, pointing at various places where he might unload himself. At your belly - fuck! Does you navel count as 'inside'? - down to your vulva - definitely not there! - and then, mercifully, to your right thigh. It is there that he shoots his cum, staying almost silent as he does so. You don't dare to move, fearing that you might unintentionally cause the spraying ropes of cum to end up somewhere more dangerous. After a few seconds, Darryl is done, and steps back, and his cum is dripping slowly and harmlessly down your leg. Still, you waste no time in getting it under the shower, trying to wash it away as quickly as the warm water will allow.

Darryl just stands there as you frantically scrub your leg, then stand up straight. Then, without saying a word, he turns around, pulls open the shower curtain, and steps out.