She knelt in front of him and returned to stroking his c**k. The sight of her on her knees in front of him was intensely erotic. Her hair, darkened by the water to the color of burgundy wine, contrasted dramatically with her pale skin. Some of her hair had fallen in front of her shoulders. It stuck to her skin and curled around the sides of her breasts like flames coiling up to lick at her n*****s. Stray drops of water from the shower’s stream behind her bounced off her head and shoulders. Tiny droplets beaded in her eyelashes and gathered to drip from her chin.
He braced his arm against the side of the shower and began thrusting through her encircling hand. She kept her grip firm and continued stroking up to the head of his c**k when his hips drew back and stroking down to his base when
