She leans back, the hot water dancing off her jiggling breasts - her mouth open expectantly, her hands riding up and down your cock insistently.
You can't believe that you have any more in you after only a few minutes, but with a spasm another load of jizm leaps out of your cock and onto her face. She squeals with pleasure and redirects your member's aim towards her mouth, a few more shots of semen landing squarely on her tongue. The shower is raining onto her face as well, but she's only concentrating on the thick fluid sliding over her tongue and down her throat.
"Oh God, that's so good," she coos, leaning forward and burying her face into your belly - still milking your cock for all it's worth.
You gently shampoo her hair as she rocks languidly in her zoned out state, giving her a kiss as you ease out of the shower to get ready for work.
Since you make it to the kitchen before she does, you start the coffee and prepare some bagels. You're almost finished and ready to go when she comes down the stairs in her robe, toweling off her damp hair.
You smile and hand her a cup of coffee, kissing her warmly. She grins, leans against you and takes a sip.
"You know, this coffee doesn't taste right," she says, wrinkling her nose.
She usually likes her morning java. "I'm sorry honey, I thought I prepared it the way you like it."
"No," she insists. "It needs more cream. Your cream." And she looks down at your crotch and back into your eyes hungrily. |