You want another round.

The sight of her rump wriggling at you makes your cock twitch and swell. You loved fucking Diana, and were immensely excited by her fantasy, but you haven't had anywhere near enough of her. You consider waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom and coaxing her into another round, this time in your bed, but decide that a direct approach might better fit with her desires. With a grin you get up and follow her into the bathroom.

She's already in the shower, her body blurred behind the pebbled glass of the stall door. Before you can give yourself time to have second thoughts you pull the door open and step into the stall behind her, hearing her squeak in surprise.

"Kyle! What do you think you're doing! Let me shower!"

"We both need a shower," you growl, sliding your hands around her hips and pulling her back towards you.

"Kyle! Stop it!" she scolds, but you can here the sound of a suppressed giggle in her voice. Encouraged, you slide one hand up her body and cup a handful of tit, kneading it gently and playing with a stiff nipple. She leans back against you, moaning softly and leaning her head back to be kissed.

"You're such a ruthless brute," she purrs as she breaks the kiss. "Taking what you want. Ignoring my pleas for mercy. So cruel and strong."

"That's what a wench like you needs," you growl, your cock stiffening as your hands explore her slippery wet body.

"You're just going to take me. Use me. I'm helpless. So helpless," she whimpers, her eyes glittering with excitement.

"Yes you are. And you're mine. Mine to use. Mine to fuck!"

"Oh God! You savage! You wicked savage!" she gasps, grinding her ass back against your fat cock and looking over her shoulder at you with sultry eyes. She rises to her toes and arches her back, raising her rump to you in invitation. Warm water streams over her body and you growl again as you wrap one arm around her waist and grip your shaft with the other, readying yourself to plunder her trembling body again.