Pulling out of her again, he commanded her "Turnover" and helped her onto her back after he had pulled out. He supported himself on five points, elbows, and knees, kissing her deeply and soulfully, their tongues sliding past the other's while his cock plunged deeply and violently and urgently inside her. Numerous times he had held off the oncoming wave but this time he would let it cum, over and through him, his orgasm building, up and over his body. He held back as long as he could wanting to give her the best fucking of her life. For surely this was the best fucking he had ever had in his life he hoped that he was making her fantasy the reality that she so desperately needed..<br/><br/>He rose onto his toes, his body straightening, his cock jerking violently, long powerful jet-like contractions powering hot cum into her reservoir overflowing along his length, dripping under his cock and out of her quim. It was too much for her to take and Caila started cumming again, her quim spasming around his cock, his cock twitching within her quim.<br/><br/>"Caila, I never knew it could be like this. I hope I fulfilled one of your fantasies tonight."<br/><br/>His eyes stared at her before leaning in. He kissed her deeply as he continued to saw in and out of her overflowing quim, stuffed full with all of their collective cum. Kris and James were most impressed with what John had done, they thought it would be hard-pressed to overcome what he had just down for her. John finally stopped and got up, helped Caila strip then head to the bathroom. He set her on the toilet. He started the shower for her.<br/><br/>"You take a shower and we will get the bed cleaned up for you."<br/><br/>He then walked out. He looked at Kris and James.<br/><br/>"Who is going to be next, you might be able to get her in the shower now."<br/><br/>Kris put his hand on James' chest. James smiled not minding having to wait.<br/><br/>"I got this."<br/><br/>James nodded as he saw Kris do his thing. John put his boxers on and he and James called room service for fresh sheets, several in fact. Kris knew he was going to get his shot not only with her but the three of them with her. Kris then stripped folding his clothes and waiting till she was in the shower. He watched her through the glass shower door. He was rock hard having watched John and Caila on the bed was better than any port he had ever watched. He slowly opened the glass shower door. She turned when he pushed open the shower door, startled by its unclicking. Stepping up and in, his cock bouncing up and down and up again, He knew she would be surprised by his entrance.<br/><br/>'Mind if I join you?'<br/><br/>Reaching for her arm, he cupped his left hand under hers as it had the soap in it.<br/><br/>'Why don't you let me do that?'<br/><br/><br/>He took the soap. Then, pushing closer, he laid gently, on the small of her back, his swollen cock-head, the steam providing a familiar, natural lubrication before he leaned forward, sliding his cock along her spine until his balls laid upon her ass, reminding her of what she would take.<br/><br/>"Put your hands back on the wall," he told her, his voice edged with a growl.<br/><br/><br/>As he waited for her to do what he asked. Her tits waved from the back and forth motion, the soft-jelly tissue quivering. As her nipples were quickly swelling. Reaching above her, he ran lightly my spongy cockhead along her back, positioning the shower head so the hot water ran under her chin, down onto her chest and breasts, down over the front of her.<br/><br/><br/>Over her neck and shoulders, he ran the soap, working up a heavy lather then again reaching past her to place the soap back into her left hand on the wall, handing it up to her, this time leaning his heavy cock into her, letting her feel its weight and pressure. With both hands, he massaged deeply her neck and upper back, working inside the tissue, his strong hands first high on her back then, stepping back slightly to access better the lower muscles, his cock slipping down as he did, he stood just far enough to where he bobbed against the small of her back, contracting the muscle which controls his cock, making it rise then dropping it heavily against her while kneading her flesh, running his thumbs deeply into that weight-bearing tissue, his hands and cock the focus of her attention, the center of her universe. He looked down at her, palms to the wall, eyes closed, mouth fallen open and he knew, once again, she would do as he asked of her.<br/><br/>He reached again for the soap, sliding his left arm along hers, the underside of his fat cock rising up as he did. Cupping his hand under hers, she released the soap into his left hand and he ran it along her arm as he stepped back slowly, his fat cockhead now dropping until it settled into the top of her ass crease. Standing so his cock was the only point of connection between them, he rubbed it up and down her ass then again contracting the muscle so his cock bounced heavily from the top of her ass to the small of her back, up and down. Stepping back, letting his cock drop off her curvy backside, he got on two knees behind her.<br/><br/>His eyes at her ass level, he took a moment to admire his new subject, her feet on the tile spread about shoulder width, her shapely legs leading up to her womanly rump sticking out, her palms flat on the wall before her, hot water running off her sloping, full tits and down over her quim hair.<br/><br/>With his right hand, over her left cheek, he ran the soap, moving it in big, wide, slow circles, pressing in the soap firmly, his fingers reaching around and squeezing under her ass high on her leg, pulling on that sensitive skin close to her pussy, lathering up both her ass and her passion. From his kneeling position, he could see her sex becoming more excited as he ran the soap along her ass, tugging gently on her flower, its petals spreading. Down the inside of her thigh, he ran the soap, then up again, squeezing and releasing, brushing lightly with his fingers her now swollen mons. Up and down her leg, up and over her left cheek, slowly he lathered fully her left hindquarters, before switching the soap into his left hand, extending up to her it.<br/><br/>"Take this," he commanded, and he waited for her to grab it again with her hand.<br/><br/>Now with both hands free, he rubbed deeply her left cheek and hamstring, slippery from the soap, digging in his thumbs while around her quads the fingers from each hand reached, up and down on her leg, squeezing firmly, knowing each tug on her skin gently pulled the sensitive skin under her ass and pussy. Again he pushed upon her sweet ass, dropping his right hand high on the inside of her thigh, squeezing while bringing up his hand slowly, rising until his fingers pulled outward her wet pussy hair and, with it, her blossoming labia. Running his fingers up along the crack of her ass, he brought up his middle finger to her anus, her body tightening as he made small circles around it before turning his hand, palm up. Gently he stroked her bud, moving up and down his finger over her asshole before slipping it in one knuckle deep.<br/><br/>Still on my knees behind her, he again barked, "Give me the soap."