Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires
The confusion and fear from last night had morphed into a pure, physical craving.
I took the detachable shower head, turned the pressure to a sharp pulse, and leaned against the tiles. I aimed the stream directly at my clit. The sensation was intense, almost too much. I circled my fingers around the hard nub, matching the rhythm of the pulsing water. It took less than a minute. My knees buckled as a sharp, cleansing orgasm ripped through me, my cry muffled by the sound of the shower. I came hard, water and my own release swirling down the drain.