Possible Dispute Resolution

As Patrice stepped into the shower, the warm water enveloped him, sending a shiver down his spine. Sophia's grip on his cock remained firm, her fingers wrapped around him like a vice. She pulled him closer, her eyes gleaming with a possessive light, as she whispered, "You're mine now." The sound of the water jets created a soothing melody, but Patrice's heart was racing with anticipation. He felt a surge of desire as Sophia's body pressed against his, her skin slick with water. Sophia's free hand reached up to cup Patrice's face, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw.

Sophia's grip on Patrice's cock tightened, her fingers tracing the length of him with a possessive intensity. The water from the shower jets cascaded down around them, creating a steamy, intimate atmosphere as she pulled him closer. Patrice's hands found Sophia's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he responded to her touch and longed for more.

The water from the shower jets pattered against his skin, creating a soothing melody that seemed to heighten his senses, making him more aware of every sensation. Sophia's hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes, her grip firm but not too tight, teasing him with a gentle pressure that left him aching for more. Patrice's fingers dug deeper into Sophia's hips, his thumbs tracing the curves of her pelvic bone as he pulled her closer, his body responding to hers with a primal urge.

"Mine," Sophia repeated, her voice husky with desire. She guided him towards the marble bench in the shower, her eyes never leaving his as she pushed him down onto it and he felt his resolve continued to melt away.

As Patrice sat down on the marble bench, the cool surface a stark contrast to the scorching heat emanating from Sophia's body, he felt his muscles relax, his body surrendering to her dominance. Sophia's eyes sparkled with triumph, her grip on his cock tightening ever so slightly as she straddled him, her legs spread wide, the water jets creating a misty veil around them. She leaned in, her face inches from his, her breath dancing across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Patrice's hands instinctively reached up, wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer, as Sophia's lips brushed against his ear, her voice husky with desire.

"Mine!" she repeated a third time as she leaned forward against the wall in front of him and arched her back so that her ass and pussy where right in front of his face. Patrice's masculine pride was shattered as he viewed the cream filled pussy in front of him and he knew what was expected of him.

As Patrice's eyes locked onto the creamy vulva in front of him, he felt a surge of desire mixed with a hint of trepidation. The water jets created a gentle melody, amplifying the intimacy of the moment, as Sophia's back arched further, her buttocks tensing in anticipation. The scent of her arousal wafted up, a heady mixture of sweetness and musk, making Patrice's mouth water in response. His hands, still wrapped around her waist, flexed involuntarily, drawing her closer as his face instinctively leaned in, his lips parting in preparation.

Yours!" Patrice exclaimed as his tongue darted out to taste in the sign of his sweet surrender. The salty-sweet flavor of her pussy was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough of their creampie. Sophia's head fell back, her moans echoing in the steamy enclosure as Patrice's tongue worshipped her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Sophia's hips began to move, a slow, sensual rhythm, as she ground her pussy against Patrice's face, her juices flowing freely, mingling with the water from the jets. The sound of her moans grew louder, more urgent, as Patrice's tongue danced across her clit, sending shivers down her spine. Sophia's hands reached out, grasping the wall for support, her knuckles white with tension, as Patrice's tongue delved deeper, exploring the depths of her pussy. The water jets created a misty veil around them, isolating them from the world, as they lost themselves in the primal rhythm of their desire.

As Sophia's hips continued to grind against Patrice's face, her moans grew louder, more ****, and her hands grasped the wall with increasing urgency. The water jets created a mesmerizing pattern on the wall, a hypnotic dance of droplets that seemed to pulse in rhythm with Sophia's ragged breathing. Patrice's tongue delved deeper, his lips closing around her clit, sucking gently as he hummed a low, vibrating note that sent shivers coursing through Sophia's body.

Sophia's legs began to tremble, her knees buckling slightly as she rode the waves of pleasure, her eyes closed in ecstasy.