With amazing restraint he holds back and they re-enact the shower scene

Mike leered at her as he stepped into the shower. Their bodies met, nearly causing Mike to burst right there, and Kjerstin trembled, certain he was about to ram his mighty prick straight into her eager little sex.

"Nah, just turning on the water," Mike said, reaching for the shower knobs, acting as if he wasn't pressed up again her, his thick black rod rubbing against her rapidly moving belly.

"W... water?" she repeated, as if confused, the moving dick feeling hot as a poker against her, heating the rest of her like a fire.

"Sure, we're re-enacting the scene, remember?" he said. "I just didn't want to get my clothes wet. Or have you turn on the cold water by accident."

Mike winked and warm water fell from the faucet. "Careful you don't slip," Mike said, one hand slipping around her waist and onto her ass for a quick feel. He began to kneel in front of her as the water splashed her feet like he wanted to splash his cum inside of her. His hands stayed on her skin as they came back from behind her, trailing along her heating hips, his thumbs spreading wide to nearly touch her pubic mound before reaching her sensitive inner thighs.

A moan escaped Kjerstin, and her hips nudged forward, offering the engorged lips of her sex to the eager young man.

Mike somehow found the strength to resist her offering as he dragged his fingers into the insides of her thigh. He left one hand spread high up, softly rubbing his fingers dangerously close to her glistening lips.

"Now to make it rain," he said softly, pulling up on the shower diverter just as his fingers brushed against her sex.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, legs going weak at the touch of his fingers on her lips. Her hips rocked forward some more, but he was already straightening, his hands moving behind her.

Staying close to her magnificent body Mike straightened, keeping his body pressed against her. As he got to waist level she nudged forward again, like she was trying to catch his fit-to-burst dick inside her eager body, but with an amazing display of willpower he twisted his hips and took a step out of the water, leaving her standing with her hips forward in an offer he felt like slapping himself for refusing.

"Why..." he started with a croak, cleared his throat, and tried again.

Jake beat him to the bunch, snapping off another loud picture. "Now you're in the shower like you were. Why don't you start doing what you were doing before?"

"Be..."Kjerstin stared ahead blankly, unable to remember why she was here, unable to comprehend why she wasn't being fucked. Her face colored as she realized how she'd let her arousal lead her dangerously close to fucking a man who wasn't her boyfriend. A grateful smile was directed Mike's way, perplexing him. He had no way of knowing that she was feeling thankful - and somewhat disappointed - in his 'gallant' restraint.

"I... I cleaned myself," she said, looking around. There was nothing like her beauty kit here, but she spotted a hard crusty hand towel and a hairy bar of soap. Grimacing a little she rubbed them over her trembling body, washing herself for the second time that day. She barely noticed that she was spending much more time on her breasts.

"Did you do... more?" Jake asked softly while Mike stared.

"More...?" Kjerstin stared at MIke, her eyes drawn to the thick hard dick pointing at the ceiling. She remembered fantasizing...

"I... I was fantasizing," she admitted with a blush. "About... about being..."

"Fucked? Hard? Maybe by a bunch of guys?" Jake suggested crudely, even as Kjerstin's fingers crept between her legs, his words seeming to arouse her.

"Yes..." she moaned. "Yes... about being fucked. By big black dicks..."

Mike's cock twitched, even though his hands were clenched on his thighs so he wouldn't jerk himself off. Having her eyes fastened on his dick was almost like having her stroke it, and being a typical teenager it was amazing he hadn't already cum.

"Show us..." he croaked. "Do with your fingers what you want done to you."

Kjerstin gulped, licking her lips as the hand with the crusty washcloth rubbed between her legs. A moment later she dropped it and put the soap on its shelf so she could dedicate her fingers to massaging her tits.

"You ever have guys fuck your tits?" Jake asked, and Kjerstin nodded.

"My boyfriend. He likes to do that," she admitted breathily, feeling so close. So very close just from rubbing her breasts and having these men stare at her with their eyes full of savage lust. The fingers of one hand drifted downward, trembling with eagerness as they made their way to her overeager sex.

"Stop," Jake commanded, and her hand froze.

"No... Pleaaase..." she begged. "I'm so close."