We left the shower and grabbed our towels to dry ourselves. He walked over to where he’d left his bag, returning to me with a small bottle of lube.
The anticipation of what was to come excited me.
“Lie back on the bench.”
I did as he asked.
He lifted my legs, my knees touching my chest. He lubed his cock and then my hole, gently inserting two fingers to prepare me.
He gently slipped himself into me. I gasped as I felt the full length of his manhood enter.
He smiled as he slowly began to move back and forth, holding my legs to balance himself as he penetrated my hole again and again.
I felt the hardness of his cock, every movement sending shivers through my body. He knelt forward and kissed me, then raised himself to continue his rhythmic thrusts.
I watched as his cock slipped in and out of me, my genitals aching, needing relief.
His thrusts became more intense as he pounded my hole. We both moaned as his pace quickened.
“Empty yourself inside me.” I gasped.
He moaned loudly as he pounded harder and harder.
“I can’t hold it.” He exclaimed, as he emptied his load deep inside, again and again, until he was done.
