Shower sex with Arabella (rough)

Instead of caring for her now, you let her use her hands to get you to your full potential. Arabella gives your tip extra attention, rolling her wrists tightly. Her handjob, accompanied by the hot water, makes the experience feel better. You blow out the air from your lungs softly, your eyes fixated on her handiwork as it rolls up and down your cock, pulling your skin as her digits travel all around your inches.

Arabella, however, never withdraws her ambers from you. She wants your attention. More specifically, she wants your eyes to focus more on her than on her actions. She makes a strange noise, which makes your eyes switch to her. Her cheeks are bathed in a gentle shade of pink, and it washes over her nose, coating that in an almost seductive shade. “How’s that?”

“Just like that, baby girl,” you tell her, moving your hips slightly. “Right there…”

She follows your instructions, still twisting, only slightly shifting the speed at which she jerks you off. You reach out and hold one of her shoulders, looking at her vibrant eyes as she moves to the hilt of your cock, to the tip, where she twists with indescribable motions.

It’s just one hand, either. With her other, Arabella keeps playing with your genitals. Tugging on them and sometimes pulling on them a little painfully. Little breaths leave her mouth, and mews of excitement spill into the shower’s cubical. Your members pulse with anticipation for more. Her hands are not going to be enough for the final ecstasy.

You apply pressure on her shoulder to **** her down to her knees. Arabella doesn’t resist in the slightest. With no hesitation, she submits to your obvious directions and squads down to be eye-level with your erection. Her eyes follow the tip as it bounces before her. “Just the tip?” She frowns, disappointed by your sudden command. She licks her lips, her eyes constantly returning to the tip as you throb.

Her breath caress your manhood as she exhales– much like the water, it’s hot, and it makes electricity shoot up your back. You gently brush back her hair and scratch behind her ears before grabbing a handful of her red hair and jerking her forward. Your hardon jabs her warm cheeks, which makes her giggle and look up at you as she sticks her rough tongue out to guide your cock-glands between her lips. When she traps the tip inside her mouth, she gingerly flicks and massages your cock’s end. The pleasure you were experiencing before expands 10-fold.

Presented to Arabella is a rock-hard penis, and she gladly sucks on it, working the shaft and taking care of your heavy balls. Her eyes stay on yours, exerting herself with both hands and now her mouth with all other assets inside.

Water cascades down her face. Her eyes occasionally blink, unsynced from the water sprinkling down from above. She relaxes slightly and winks. “Can I have more than just the tip? This isn’t enough.”

“Not yet,” you say. “Maybe prove to me that this is the only cock you’ve ever touch again.”

This time, she whimpers. “Please give me, master.”

A smile fights the corners of your mouth when you shake your head. “Not yet, Arabella. Prove to me you’ll be a good girl from now on.”

Instead of latching on to your head, she starts using her fingertips along your shaft– sending erotic tingles through your entire lower half. It’s blissful, but it’s total ecstasy when you feel her mouth latching on to your nutsack. You murmur and then exhale, watching Arabella now whore herself to just the tip. She sucks on your balls, grabbing your shaft with a loose grip while stroking you off. She works her way up to your length and starts licking that, too.

Trails of water form down her cheeks, her eyes still blinking against the specks of water bouncing off your body. Her beauty is somehow amplified as she becomes damp with not just the shower, but also the heat of desire.

Smooth and sensual motions start enveloping your penis. Her mouth starts allowing more of your cock into it. Her tongue washed left to right, massaging it with gentle motions that were all different from one another.

And then, without any form of warning, you grab her hair, twisting makeshift love handles before thrusting your whole erection. With one hard thrust forward, the tip of your cock pokes the back of her throat. Arabella reacts harshly but is unable to break away from your handles.

An unenticing sound of sloppy-mouth fucking starts to emit from between your legs as you throat-screw Arabella’s mouth like it was nothing more than a toy of your pleasure. Arabella looks up at you with her eyes watering as she tries to restrain herself from gagging too hard from you’re pounding.

After nearly a minute, you pull back and let her breathe. Her voice is a little horse, but she talks anyway in high praise. “Your cock is much better than those others, master!” Her hand reaches for your sloppy, saliva-covered penis and starts jerking it off. She spits on it, jerking it off as she catches her breath.

You grab your meat and slap her face with her, poking your tip in and out from the loose space between her lips, blocking the other praises she tries to give you as you disregard her own desires. This was more about you than her anyway…

“Mhm~” Arabella moans, her eyes crossing slightly as she sticks her tongue for you to run your cock over. “Your dick is so good, Master. It’s the only dick I want in my mouth.”

Her movements are subtle, but you can clearly see her hands moving between her legs while you use her mouth. You brush back her hair and then proceed to plunge back into her throaty depths. All along your underside, you feel her textured tongue massage you at every pass. Tiny, heated breaths puff out from your mouth as your lungs start to fill and deflate with lusty air.

Arabella pulls away, but you pull back on her hair, putting her right where you want her. She retches, but all it does is close around your erection– making it feel even better for you. Whatever Arabella is feeling, you cannot deny how hot your core. You’ve seen Arabella get submissive before– nothing like this, though.

Your balls press against her chin. You hold her in there with her mouth stuffed with cock meat and her eyes watering as she tries to fight the urge to retch again. However, she can’t fight it forever– she can’t even fight it for long. She starts to tap your thighs as she becomes depleted of oxygen frantically. Multiple strands of spit follow her back, but she doesn’t keep you unstimulated for long. Both hands grip your member, and she starts to crank your shaft.

This isn’t enough anymore, though. You tell her to get up. She manages to do this on shaky legs, but you flip her around and lift one of her legs up for you to examine. Just like you thought she would be, she was dripping, unfinished by her own fingering. “Fuck, baby. Look at how wet you are.”

She giggles slightly as she reaches for the walls for balance. “It’s not just because of the shower~ it’s because of your cock~!!”

The last part of her sentence becomes strained as you dart some of your fingers around her pink cave. She’s velvety smooth and a little sticky, too. She closes her eyes and lowers her head. Her tail straightens briefly as her ears twitch. Your touch has a different effect on her. You feel her becoming heavy as her one leg fails to keep her erect, so you adjust your grip with your other hand to keep her steady. “You feel ready,” you remark, poking your fingers a knuckle deep into her.

Arabella’s voice comes out shaky. She looks at how hard you are and grins. “Yes, Master. I want you so FUCKING badly. After all those inferior cocks, I need you to show me why you’re my master. I need to be reminded…”

You guide the tip of your penis between her lips. Unlike her mouth, there’s no alternative texture that massages around you. It’s a refreshing change, but knowing that smoothness belongs to her makes the sensation much more different. Your mind vibrates– this pussy belongs to you.

A cruel curse passes through your moist lips as you feel her cunt clamp down. It’s incredible, in a word, but it deserves so much more than that. This hole is familiar, but you could never get enough of it. Little whispers of praise go unheard as the growing mews of bliss emerge from Arabella. What doesn’t go unheard are her curses that escape with her mews.

“Fuck…fuck! Yes, yes!! I’m all yours, master! Fuck me just like that!!!” As your thrusting becomes quicker, so do her words of praise. You pound into her harder, occasionally adjusting your grip so she doesn’t slip out of your grasp. “You feel so good! Oh, my God!! Fuck yes!!”

Gradually, you start ramping up the energy you are willing to exert in the shower. Over and over, you pound her pussy. Your balls slap against her hole as her insides are mixed. Her words meld into endless lines of pleasure. It’s not just her words, of course, but most of your words are lost in the cubical of love.

It was time to change positions again. You lower Arabella’s leg and flip her around, pressing her almost flat against the wall as she puckers her lower half towards her. Her foxtail grabbed and yanked back while you were still all the way in. Her pussywalls clamp tighter around you when she feels her tail being used so violently. This doesn’t stifle the waves of begging.

“Oh, God!! Oh, God!! Yes, yes, yes!!! You’re making c-cum, master!!!”

Her voice rattles the interior of the cubical, putting gasoline in the fire of love. She pushes away from the tiles, putting her lower half out like a naughty present. Her athletic physique is put out in a watery display. You crank her tail and spank her ass, making her moan and jolt in a pool of pain and want. You also reach for her breasts to tweak her hard nipples. She’s the perfect little fuck toy for you, and she wants to be…!

All of her moaning and lost words are contained in the walls of the shower, but there’s no doubt in your mind that the sounds of your lovemaking are bleeding to the neighbor's walls; at the very least, the living room has heard sounds of all this crude fucking.

“Yes!! Oh, fuck!! You’re so big!! You feel so good~!!” Before you know it, she’s releasing her girl honey over you. It makes the exit and entry much more accessible, so you have to keep a firmer grip on her so she doesn’t slip away. The first orgasm is quickly followed by an even stronger second orgasm that makes her knees buckle.

However, even after she buckles, you flip her back around and lift her off the floor. You press her back against the tiles and start fucking her in your arms. Weakly, she wraps her legs around you, all ragdoll-like and ready to fulfill her duty as a cum dump. She can’t get pregnant anyway.

Your hardness is reaching its grand finale. You exhale, the shared space between your mouths now mingling the same air. She looks at you, nodding that she wants it. Neither of you has to wonder what it is she’s agreeing to. It was time you sealed her confirmation of her loyalty.

Only…a few more…bucks into her pussy…Your breath hitches, and your vision briefly blurs. “Fuck!”

You start dumping loads into her well-used pink tunnel system. She trembles, sometimes jolting as she feels your cock twitch as it unloads your spunk.

The water slides down your back, joining the exertion of your lovemaking as it goes down the drain. You swallow and press your forehead against hers, now exhausted. Arabella is slowly lowered back down, but she keeps a hand against the wall to steady herself. “I won’t be able to walk tomorrow after all that.”

You spank her, making her jump again. “Think you’ve learned your lesson?”