We are hitting the steam room. In there, I lower my cunt to Roger's mouth. He is eating me out.

Roger slowly comes of me and rests behind me. I towel my face off while Roger does the same. “I’m going to grab a bottle of water. Do you want one?” I ask as I head over to the bar. Roger's eyes zoom directly to my bouncing cheeks. He is like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. “Hey! Roger! Do you want a water?” I ask again, while also raising my voice. Roger is abruptly shaken out of his trance. I'm standing staring back at him and waiting for his answer. “Oh yeah, Pamela. I’ll take one.” He stammers and he is somewhat relieved when I return with the water. “We are with two here, and I'm thinking about hitting the steam room. Do you want to join me?” I ask after taking a healthy chug of my water. “Sure thing. Where is it?” Roger asks since it was his first visit to my house. “Down stairs, come I'll show you.” I decide. We quickly make our way down to the steam room. The steam feels great when the door opens and before the door closes we were shrouded in steam. “I love sitting in here after a good workout. It feels so good to sweat in the moisture. It feels so different than sweating while exercising.” I say as I climb on the bench next to Roger.

He tries to act nonchalant but is unnerved by my closeness. He glances over at me and finds that I have laid my head back and I'm enjoying the steam. Roger does not want to push his luck and he reluctantly tore his gaze from me. He closes his eyes to enjoy the steam and the tension of having me so close. “I have to ask you something. Did you like it?” I ask after a few minutes of silence. Roger breaths in the steam and keeps relaxing. “Yes. I want to do it right now again.” he says. “Okay, so you did like it.” “Yeah Pamela. I think it is forbidden, but we both needed and liked it.” “So you will do it again?” I say bluntly. Roger is caught off guard and does not know what to say. The question makes him sit upright. He looks over to me, but my head is still thrown back and my eyes are closed. “It was a pretty nice fuck. Next time I don't say no!” Roger finally answers. I lifted my head and through the steam Roger can see my eyes open. “Are you telling me you will do it again?” I ask. “Yeah, it was very nice.” Roger replies. He isn’t sure where this is going, but he isn’t going to back down. Maybe Pamela is teasing him, but his cock is responding to it nonetheless.

“I think it was better than just nice.” I say and stand up. “I think most guys would say it was better than ‘nice’.” “It was much better than ‘nice’, it was fucking fantastic.” Roger says. He is rapidly becoming bolder. I look at him through the steam, but he can not read my face. He watches, my body is as sweet as he has imagined and he can hear his breath as it hisses inward between his clenched teeth. “So what about the rest of my body?” I ask and pivot on one foot and slowly turn a circle. “Much better than I ever imagined.” Roger answers. His cock is already hard again as he soaks in my view. “I like someone who appreciates me. It leaves me free to turn my full attention to them.” I walk back over to the bench and watch at his hard cock.

“Mm…you do appreciate me. Do you want me again?” I teas. “Yes Pamela, very much.” Roger respond. His voice is throaty and bordered on a growl. “I hope you can handle it. I can get very kinky when I’m hot and ready.” I slide onto his lap and press one of my breasts to his mouth. Roger clasps my nipple in his mouth and sucks on it like a baby. My nipples are stiff and long and my skin tastes of sweat and coconut oil. He sucks my hot nipple and laths his tongue over it until I grind myself down on his trapped cock. I pull away with a quick jerk that leaves Roger’s tongue flailing in his mouth. I pull myself up and perch upon the shelf behind Roger’s head. I lower my cunt to his mouth and Roger salivates as the pink flower came closer. He can smell my muskiness from arousal as well as our workout and the steam carries my scent. He lifts his head to meet me and his mouth presses deeply between my lips. I come to rest on Roger's mouth and he furiously lapps at my cunt. My juices are thick and mixed with sweat, but the musky flavor excites Roger like a wild animal. He drills his tongue into me and sucks at my lips before pulling back just enough to savor the heady taste of my entire crotch. My ass is slippery from the steam and Roger’s fingers keep slipping as he grips my cheeks to spread me open. When one of his fingers accidentally slips into the slippery cleft of my ass, I wiggle my approval. Roger takes the hint and presses a finger into my ass. He meets little resistance as it slides knuckle deep into my buttery hole.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck.” I repeat continuously as Roger drills his finger into my poop hole. He begins to suck on my clit as he thrusts in an out of my hole. The steam and sweat provides a natural lube that helps him smoothly plumb my hole. Roger can feel the muscles in my legs flex and knows that I'm working myself up for a massive climax. He hums on my clit as his tongue swirls around and batters the nub, causing me to bounce against his mouth. My pussy is already flowing like a river when my body go stiff. Roger can feel my cunt bulge against his lips as my internal muscles convulses and then a sudden gush of cream spurts against his mouth. Roger opens his mouth and laps at my cunt with his flat tongue. He catches three more gushes of my cream before I begin to slide from my perch. Roger tries to keep his finger embedded in my ass as I slide down his chest.