Caila was so drunk and her head was swimming after the waves of orgasmic spasming from the serious fucking John gave her that she collapsed in a panting carcass on the bed. She had somehow got turned over on her back again and she felt John tensing and letting himself go inside her. Sourt after spurt shot into her as she bounced to his thrusting. Her body spasmed uncontrolably as she gasped and chirped and panted, losing herself into the waves of joy she was feeling. As John finished and collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around his back and melted with his weight up her, losing conscienceness for a time.<br/><br/>When she awoke, she was being stripped and carried to the bathroom. Her legs were rubbery, and his suggestion to take a shower seeemed the right thing to do. Peeing a gallon, she nearly fell off as she grappled to get in the shower. The water felt so good even if she had troubles keeping her legs under her. She was starting to get her mind back a little when she suddenly realised she was not alone in the shower. A hard cock slid against her as a hand fondled her with a bar of soap making everything so slippery. A few toucheds had her pusing in waves of pre-orgasm again and she moaned. She mindlessly did what was asked, enjoying the feel of this man in the shower with her. She was putty in his hands, and she handed him the soap when he asked...