Sealing the Deal

Patrice's mouth released its grip on Sophia's neck, a faint imprint of his teeth remained, a pinkish hue that seemed to glow in the dim light of the shower. Sophia's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Patrice's with a languid intensity, as if the mark on her skin was a tangible manifestation of their connection. Patrice's chest heaved with exertion, his breathing ragged, as he struggled to contain the pressure building inside him.

Sophia felt his cock swelling and sunk to her knees taking his cock into her mouth to finish him off.

As Sophia's lips enveloped his cock, Patrice's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips involuntarily jerking forward, urging her to take him deeper. The warm water cascaded down around them, creating a cocoon of intimacy, as Sophia's tongue began to dance along the length of his shaft, teasing the sensitive skin with gentle flicks. Her hands grasped his thighs, fingers digging deep into the muscle as she worked him with a slow, deliberate rhythm, coaxing the building pressure towards a precipice as she inhaled Patrice's cock. Patrice's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Sophia's tongue worked its magic, his hips involuntarily bucking into her mouth as he struggled to maintain control.

As Sophia's lips and tongue worked in tandem, Patrice's breathing grew more labored, his chest heaving with increasing intensity. The water from the showerhead above cascaded down around them, creating a mesmerizing melody that underscored the raw sensuality of the moment. Sophia's fingers dug deeper into the muscles of Patrice's thighs, her grip tightening as she sensed the approaching crescendo.

The sensitive skin of Patrice's cock seemed to tingle with anticipation, the ridges and veins throbbing with an almost palpable energy. Sophia's tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, teasing the delicate skin with feather-light touches that sent shivers coursing through Patrice's body.

Patrice's hands tangled in Sophia's hair, his fingers twining around her soft curls as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth as he came.

Sophia's mouth continued to work its magic, her tongue swirling around the head of Patrice's cock as he reached his climax. Patrice's body shuddered, his hips bucking wildly as he released himself into her mouth. Sophia's hands moved to his hips, steadying him as she continued to suckle him gently, drawing out every last drop of his essence.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Patrice's breathing began to return to normal, his body slick with sweat and water.

Patrice's cum spilled into Sophia's mouth, she felt a rush of satisfaction, her tongue swirling around his shaft to capture every last drop. She pulled back, her lips releasing his cock with a soft pop, and gazed up at Patrice with a triumphant smile. Patrice's eyes, glassy with pleasure, met hers, and he let out a contented sigh, his chest heaving with exertion as she kissed him and shared his load.

As they shared the lingering taste of Patrice's release, their lips parted, and Sophia's gaze remained locked onto his, the warm water cascading down around them like a gentle benediction. Patrice's chest still heaved with exertion, his eyes glassy with the haze of pleasure, as he gently brushed a strand of damp hair from Sophia's cheek. The tender gesture sent a shiver coursing through her body, and she leaned into his touch, her skin tingling with sensitivity. The air was heavy with the scent of their arousal, and the shower's misty veil wrapped around them like a cocoon, insulating them from the world beyond the shower's confines.

Sophia had a smile of satisfaction on her face not only because of the pleasure they had both shared but because she knew Patrice was now hers and would do anything to please her.

As Sophia's smile lingered, Patrice's gaze never wavered, his eyes drinking in the sight of her flushed skin and the droplets of water that clung to her eyelashes. He gently brushed another strand of hair behind her ear, the tender gesture sending a fresh shiver coursing through her body. The water from the showerhead above continued to cascade down around them, creating a soothing melody that seemed to lull the world into a peaceful slumber. The warmth of the water and the gentle touch of Patrice's fingers on her skin seemed to melt any remaining tension from Sophia's body, and she let out a soft sigh, her eyes never leaving his as she raised her arms above her head and stretched upward and then down giving Patrice another look at the pussy and ass he had sworn his unending obedience to. She knew that she had him, body and soul, and the knowledge sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through her.

Patrice's gaze followed the movement, taking in the curves of her body, the way the water droplets glistened on her skin, and the satisfied smile that played upon her lips. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder, his lips lingering on her skin for a moment before he pulled back.

The mischievous glint in Patrice's eye caught Sophia's attention, she raised an eyebrow, her smile faltering for a moment before she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you thinking?" The words seemed to hover in the air, suspended by the misty veil of the shower, as Patrice's gaze locked onto hers, his pupils dilating with a hint of excitement.

Patrice's fingers trailed down Sophia's arm, his fingertips leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake, as he reached for the soap dispenser on the wall.