Water treatments

One evening, feeling like a psychic sensing joy, I went to take a shower. Everything was as usual: lots of water, a terribly slippery floor, a washcloth, soap, and plenty of time ahead. The kids were asleep, my wife was also asleep, and then I decided to jerk off—I don't know what came over me. Like the lowest scoundrel, I sat down on the floor and began my secret business. I imagined my wife in bed, gripping my cock in my hand, and the cock-jerking began (I made up that word ;)). I got aroused, when suddenly my wife entered the shower in her nightgown. I covered myself with my hand so she wouldn't see my shame (a grown man jerking off in the shower). She abruptly moved my hand aside and, without a word, sharply sat down on my cock,

carefully sliding across the slippery and soapy floor. She was already completely wet, which could only mean one thing—she hadn't just arrived; she had been standing there watching me.

She literally bounced on me, moving her butt back and forth, making my cock explore every corner of her vagina. I rose up with her and pressed her against the smooth, wet wall, moving back and forth. She took the wet washcloth and began rubbing her curves; foam trickled down them, enveloping every centimeter of her. The foam descended lower and lower...

I really liked it; I was getting more and more aroused. My kitty began to moan softly, and then I took her hard nipples and started twisting them a little—this made her moan louder, and holding onto the sink, she began sliding across the slippery floor... I grew even more aroused. I wanted something more, and then I greedily plunged into her mouth. With trembling hands, she stopped rubbing her breasts and tossed the washcloth aside like a child bored with an old toy. Then kitty ran her delicate hands over my face, then smoothly moved to my back and scratched my tense back with her nails. For a moment, it seemed to me that Kisunya wanted to go to the bedroom and didn't like the bathroom setting...

 — Let's go to the bedroom... We'll continue there—I suggested. And I was wrong—she wasn't even planning to go there. I knew I'd said something stupid. But still, to control the situation, I had to ask (in case she was pretending).

 — No, just... don't stop... not now... — she replied and tensed up even more (though I thought it couldn't get any tighter). Her second pussy was clamping and unclamping around my cock—I felt an orgasm was inevitable, and that feeling was pleasant.

She shuddered all over, feeling the energy of the movement. I wanted the end to approach. The places my hands touched burned with fire for her. Now I wanted even more; I had a desire to make her moan even louder, I wanted her to scream. A hot, relentless pulsation pierced my lower abdomen.

 — I love you... , — a tender kiss. And I rather felt than saw how Kisa gripped the edge of the sink. Her movements became sharper; she dug her nails into my back. She bit her lip, feeling her whole body begin to shake. I liked it; I felt hot electric waves washing over her one after another, each stronger than the last, with shorter intervals between them. She moaned louder and longer—I had achieved my goal! And then her eyes darkened. I felt something pouring out of her—she was coming, coming a lot and with great force, and the more she came, the louder the scream that burst from her chest. I finally decided to finish her off completely and continued the rapid movement inside her wet vagina, finally achieving the desired effect—she had a squirting orgasm. She kept coming for about 5 more minutes; during this time, I came too. It was so pleasant, as if for the first time. I was in seventh heaven. Finally, she shuddered one last time, her body arched, a scream burst from her chest, and her fingers dug forcefully into my shoulders. I sharply pulled the weakened kitty to me, groaning hoarsely. Her body was still trembling involuntarily. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, stroking her hair, kissing her neck, her slightly parted lips. Then I quietly covered the tired kitty with our blanket—I always loved doing that. Then I covered myself with it too.

And I gently hugged and pressed kitty to me, and she smiled softly in her sleep and whispered quietly: — I love you too.

I was glad to hear those words because I rarely heard them; it was a holiday for me when she said them.