Your fingers move in and out, while keeping the pulsating water hitting my clitoris. Somehow you find a way to simultaneously slide your fingers in and out of me while making a circular motion around the width of my opening, stretching me, and also adjusting the pressure of the shower head by moving it closer, then pulling back, and moving in closer. The rhythm of it all makes me squirm and clench and pull and want more. My hands move from your shoulders to my thighs, over my stomach and up to my breasts. My nipples need a tug, a pinch, a twist. I oblige myself. The moan that escapes my lips is more guttural than I expected. I open my eyes to see your eyes darken and a smirk growing. It is nearly my undoing. You’ve brought me so close to the edge I think I’m going to explode. And then you remove the pulsating shower head. I whimper and plead for more. I see you lick your lips and dip your head. Then all I feel is your tongue devour me. You are hungry. There’s no taking your time. Not now. Later. Right now you want to taste me thoroughly, deeply, completely. Your tongue moves up and down and dips into my vagina and out again and circles around. I try to find a pattern but I am lost in the sensations. As your urgency increases, your fingers reenter me and thrust. My fingers grab at your head, pressing you closer. My moaning has reached a fever pitch. The sounds coming from you only serve to excite me more, if that was even possible. And then I come undone. I writhe and clench and shudder under your touch. As the wave washes over me, I can feel you drink me in. Sucking my clit, pulling it into your mouth as I cum.
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