She regained the grip on my hair and I used this as the trigger to increase the pressure, keeping the pace slow. Her orgasm built and was evident from a long way out. As it neared, I slowed down, but never stopped the stimulation.
It was Mistress’s turn to scream and this time there was nothing keeping her legs standing. Her orgasm finally crashed into her and she stumbled. This time I was ready and wriggled out from under her with my head, pushing backwards so her weight landed on my lower half, so my arms were protected under my own weight. She hadn’t gone out completely and protected her own head, but we finished tangled on the floor of the open shower cubicle.
“Machin, that was pretty good!” She said as she came round. “Are you not injured?”
“I’m fine mistress, though I can’t move”.
