“Yes… Fuck me, Anthony. Make me forget today just for a few moments.”
Anthony pressed his lips to her neck and thrust inside, burying his rock-hard member deep inside her womb. Pausing, he relished in the feeling of her cunt clenching around him.
“God… Rory,” His hot breath seared her skin as he gripped her body tight. “You feel so damn good.”
“Please…” She moaned against his ear, pressing her nails into his arms.
Anthony eased out and slammed back into her. Their skin slapping echoed off the bathroom walls. Between the heat of the shower and their panting breaths, the glass was no longer translucent. His powerful thrusts began to get harder and faster.
Rory arched her back, her stomach coiling with the release that was building. She could tell he was on the precipice of losing himself to her. Grinding her hips into him as he buried his cock inside her, Rory let go. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave hitting the shore. Her stomach coiled with all-consuming pleasure. Rory could sense the moment he was falling over the cliff of rapture with her. His cock swelled as her cunt tightened around his swollen shaft. Anthony’s seed spilled from him as he pumped his dick with shallow thrusts between her pussy’s lips.
“Fuck,” Anthony eased her down, slipping out of her. His hands pressed against the wall, holding him up. “God, I love you.”
Rory giggled, “Do you?”
“Yes. Woman, I would literally walk through your fire to hold you.” He pressed a kiss to her head, “Now, let's get cleaned for real.”
When they finally emerged from the shower, the sky had become black.
Anthony grabbed Rory and kissed her with such force, her legs nearly gave out on the spot.
“Anthony,” Rory growled.
“Stop… I just needed one more kiss, Rory. Now go see to Christine. I will see you in the morning. Everything will work out fine.”