Wanting Rachel's orgasm to last as long as possible you continue to lick her pussy. As her juices continue to gush over your tongue and into your greedy mouth, Rachel moans in pure bliss and her hand continues to stroke her cock in order to coax any more cum from her spent member.
Once Rachel comes down from her orgasm she sinks down to the tiled floor next to you. She snuggles up to you, and the pair of you cuddle looking adoringly into each other's eyes. Neither of you say anything, but the moment is perfect and you find yourself wishing that this moment would never end.
Unfortunately, all to soon the hot water runs out and instead the shower head pours ice cold water onto Rachel and yourself. Rachel shrieks and clambers out of the shower with a severe lack of grace, meanwhile you on the other hand reach for the shower control lever and turn it off.
You clamber out of the shower and find Rachel already starting to dry her body with a towel. She looks so beautiful, you can't help leaning in and kissing her soft lips. She returns the kiss and soon has her tongue in your mouth, dancing with your tongue. You wonder if she can taste herself on your tongue.
"Did you like tasting your juices on my tongue like a naughty slut?" You ask her with a grin, once the kiss has ended.
"Yeah I did". Rachel admits with a grin. The grin grows wider. "Although that's not the naughtiest thing I've tasted today is it?!" Rachel continues. "How have you enjoyed your day so far?" She asks with one eyebrow raised questionably.
"Well I have had duller Sunday mornings than this that's for sure." You state deadpan.
Rachel giggles sweetly and her eyes twinkle with amusement and love for you. "Ok then stud, let's get dry and I'll knock up some lunch for the pair of us".
"While you're doing that i shall change your bed for you and throw your dirty bed sheets in the washing machine". You tell Rachel.
"You got yourself a deal Mister". Rachel declares and gives you a quick peck on the lips. She finishes drying herself off, picks up her robe and walks out of the bathroom and towards her room.
You admire her swaying behind as she walks away, scarcely believing that you've touched her perfect cheeks, let alone fucked her up the ass several times today. Not bothering to dry yourself fully you make your way to the linen cupboard and remove a spare set of bed linen for Rachel's bed, which you place just outside her door moments later.
You walk into your room, and out of habit close the door shut behind you. You finish drying yourself off and throw on a t shirt and a pair of comfy jogging trousers. You glance at your mobile phone and notice that your good friend Scott is inviting you to his birthday celebration bash in town on Friday evening. After you spend a few moments doing your hair, you leave your room and walk across the hallway to Rachel's room. You knock softly on her door, but get no response.
"Rachel?" You call out.
"I'm downstairs !" She yells back. "Don't go poking through my stuff!"
"Oh". You shout, pretending to be disappointed. "Not even a quick rummage?"
"No." She shouts emphatically, but her tone is light. You can almost hear the smile in her voice. "Don't go hunting for my vibrator!"
"I wouldn't dream of it!" You lie, as you push open the door to her room.
The room looks exactly the same as it did yesterday: which is to say a bit of a mess. You quickly strip the dirty bed linen off the bed, grimacing everytime your fingers touched a sticky, shiny area of the quilts before making the bed with the clean bed linen.
As instructed you quickly leave her room with the dirty linen wrapped up in your arms. As you make your way downstairs you catch a glimpse of Rachel working away in the kitchen. What you see stops you in your tracks
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