Any day can be good to enjoy unbridled sex. This erotic story takes place during a fiery Thursday of Holy Week. Enjoy it!
Passion at Easter
- Right now I’m in the shower, the hot water slides over my skin, the steam envelops me, and the dim light makes me relax little by little…
- The scenes of that day are repeated in my mind. Impossible to forget. It was a Thursday of Holy Week. You didn’t work and you came home to spend the holiday with me. I had had a hard week and I was a little stressed, so you suggested that we take a relaxing shower.
- I remember how your hands caressed my legs making circles with your finger along my skin. I remember how you dug your nails into my back, how you pressed my thighs towards you, how your burning fingers went up and down my body as they slipped on the aloe Vera oil.
- I remember how, without realizing it, I began to notice how my sex was getting wet. It had been a while since I felt like this, it had been a while since wild sex ran through my veins.
Sex in the shower at Easter
- I keep remembering. I remember how your hands began to press my buttocks and my vagina began to spark between my legs. Your fingers slipped slowly between them as if you had read my thoughts and had sensed my silent desire. Suddenly you caressed my lips, you went into them until you caused small spasms of pleasure. I began to squeeze my legs sinking your hand even more. While I was concentrating on savoring the ecstasy that your fingers caused me by drawing spirals on me, I noticed how your tongue was lost on one of my buttocks.
- I remember how you took your fingers out of me, you stood behind me and held me by the hips. You forced me to raise them a little and you penetrated me while the water fell and lubricated your penis hardened by the situation even more. I was screaming, I was shaking. The tide of attacks came in and out in rhythm. The movements were getting faster and stronger. My orgasm was coming.
Orgasm flooded with passion at Easter
- When I thought I couldn’t take much more, you took your member out of me and put it in my mouth. I remember how dirty and alive I felt at the same time… I absorbed your taste, I slid my tongue over your testicles and I masturbated you while I plunged your penis as deep as possible in my mouth. “I’m going to run now,” you said. Those words made my ears and vulva burn to the max. I quickly got you out of the shower and towards the sofa. I got on top of you and started riding you. I started moving up and down quickly while you kissed and bit my nipples.
- I remember how in the middle of that fury you ran inside me. Your semen began to make its way through the walls of my vagina and I, excited as never before, began to touch my clitoris. Between the spasms coming from your penis, the hot liquid that invaded my entire sex, my fingers running through my clitoris and your teeth nibbling my nipples, I reached orgasm in a matter of seconds. I couldn’t help but squirm as I felt like I was brushing against the sky.
- I don’t know how long I’ve been in the shower remembering every detail of that Easter Thursday, but I do know that it’s been long enough to feel wet again. I direct the jet of hot water towards my forbidden corner and so, flooded by steam again, I cum again, but this time just for me.