Showering with Heather

"We stink of sex, and you're covered in my cum." Heather giggles as she licks some cum off her finger. "Let's take a shower before Ashley gets home, my little minx," you say as you rub her jism-slickened skin.

"And you'll fuck me again while I'm all wet and soapy, John?" She's going to get you in so much trouble, but it'll be so much fun. You nod with a smile.

Heather grabs her clothes and runs upstairs. You pick your clothing up and follow. You hear the sound of water and turn into the bathroom. Heather has the water on, and steam is already billowing out of the shower. You dump your clothes on the floor. Heather takes your hand and steps into the shower stall.

Jets of hot water shoot from three sides of the shower. Heather looks so sexy with water splashing over her nubile body. She has the shampoo, squirting it into her hand.

"Okay, let me wash your hair," she says, twirling her finger to indicate you should turn around. You turn to the wall and bend your knees, so she can reach your head. As she lathers your hair, it feels great to have her fingers massage your scalp. Once she has your hair washed, her hands slide soapily down your body to your pectorals, and she rubs your nipples, making you groan. Then she descends to your cock and pubic hair, lathering it all up and getting you hard again. You grunt.