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At that very first thrust, the world bursts into stars. Every muscle in your body clenches, locking your arms and legs around Sam's body as he thrusts in and out and in again. You can't even summon the concentration to kiss Sam back as his tongue continues to roam around your mouth, you just gasp and scream and moan into him. Sam's rapid fucking prolongs your orgasm, streches it out indefnitely. All the world is forgotten. The sounds of the rushing water, the heat of the steam welling up all around, the squeeking of your body against the glass wall as Sam ravishes it, you notice none of it. Locked in a perpetual climax, all you know is that there is a tongue in your mouth and a cock pounding away at your pussy, and that is enough.

After an eternity of bliss, a new sensation creeps slowly into your mind. The tempo changes, becoming more erratic. You feel the shaft penetrating you throb within. You don't need to be capable to think to know what that means. You don't need to understand the words Sam, having stopped kissing you, is whispering in your ear. You know what this means. A part of you feels sad that your pleasure is about to end, but a greater part feels only joy. It's only right that Sam gets rewarded for bringing you to such heights. And what greater pleasure could there be than to deposit his seed deep inside you?

But that last thought reminds you. He can't cum inside you! You sense clearly now that he must be so, so close, he must have forgotten! But can you will yourself to form the words, to ask him to stop, to drag you out of this heaven he has brought you to?