His still hard cock ended up resting between her thighs, her cunny pressing down on top of it. It was as if it was her cock protruding in front of her. And in a way it had become hers. He lifted her up enough with his legs to adjust the head of his endlessly engorged flesh to fit the opening of her cunny. He let his legs relax and her weight sent his spear all the way inside her. He felt the vibrations of the latter stages of her orgasm fluttering the walls. He was in heaven. He wanted to stay there. He didn’t move. She didn’t either.
Then they began to rock back and forth on the floor of the shower. It was a subtle fuck. They stayed at the same tempo for several minutes, but the more intense it got, the harder and deeper he drove his spear against the resistance of her cunny. Pubic bones met and rubbed. Then all hell broke loose inside him and the rocking became a flutter of fucking. He rapidly pierced his spear three times into her and stopped, holding her down on him as he pumped out his cum with a long final moan. She leaned back against his torso, seeking and finding the fast heartbeat in his chest. Her head bent back like it had the first time they kissed, and she touched her hot lips to his.
Harry suddenly realized she had said earlier her pussy was sore. “You okay?” he asked.
“Perfect,” she purred and kissed him again.
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