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No more asinine questions.

She simply spreads her legs.

Grants me access that reveals to me that I was right.

That she’s wet.

Ready.

Groaning over how easily one finger slips in leaves me no choice but to try two.

To groan more possessively when I work in three.

Three which thoughtlessly get replaced by my cock regardless of the fact it’s not wrapped.

“Fucckkkkkkkk,” seeps through gritted teeth on a full body shudder.

“H…” Emmerz airily pants in return, head lolling back, neck beautifully stretched towards the stars.

“Never again,” I proclaim and push myself deeper. “We’re not fucking with rubbers ever again.”

She moans in what I’m labeling agreement.

“I’m fucking clean. I’ve got results to prove it.”

My reassurance spurs her hips to rock back into my thrust.

The action practically invites me to pin her front against the wood.

Pound.

Grunt.

Pound harder.

Let one set of fingers dive into her hair while the other stays beneath the surface to swat at her pussy.

The resistance of the water adds ripple vibrations that lead to her needily gravitating to the sensations, yet her attempt to get to them sparks my need to be the one to throw her into them, resulting in much sharper, much more savage thrusts.

“H…” hits my ears in a huff.

Then another.

Gets completely choked off when the sting lands on her clit and my cock catches her g-spot.

Ball emptying constrictions incessantly begin around my dick.

Bathe it in scorching heat.

Plead with it to release.

To let go.

To fill her to the brim and keep filling her until she’s leaking me down her thighs.

I forcefully yank her head back in a desperate attempt to fight against the instinct.

Regain control of my senses.