He watched as she brought her hand down to meet his, then he slid on his knees toward her right side. Now his left hand began lubricating her, kneading and squeezing and rubbing, around and over her right cheek, up and down her right leg, pulling on that skin to where he could see, from his kneeling position behind her, her burgeoning quim with its viscous syrup inside. He positioned his feet slightly behind and inside hers then, rising slowly, his turgid cock rubbing along the inside of her thighs, he stood up. With his knees positioned inside hers, he leaned in, kicking out her knees with his so she leaned backwards into him, his cock now nestling against the bottom of her slick channel. Bending his knees to get under her, he pushed his cock lengthwise along her slick clit until he was balls deep, though his cock wasn't inside her, Caila's palms to the wall.<br/><br/>He stroked it, back and forth, mixing her glistening quim with the water running off his cock, he wondered if she was getting a look at the fascinating sight of his big cock beneath her, stroking its length along her quim. He brought the hand with the soap again to the back of her shoulders, alternately raising and lowering his knee level, allowing his cock to slip past her as he rose, withdrawing it as he dropped, and drawing his bow against her increasingly desperate fiddle. Reaching around with his left hand, he kissed Caila's neck under her left ear as he brought the soap under her left tit, squeezing and pulling under her nipple as the water washed away the lather. He worked over good her tit, kissing and licking and nibbling the back of her neck and left ear, his cock bouncing against her clit and quim.<br/><br/>Withdrawing his left hand, he switched, behind her, the soap into his right hand, running it along the right side of her back, her shoulder, onto her belly. Rubbing slowly, teasingly, he made her wait for the pleasure she knew was coming before leaning in again, his tongue entering her right ear as he brought up the soap and hand under her begging right tit. His tongue in her ear, his soapy hand cupping her fleshy tit, his cock sliding under her, her body tensed and he could feel her shake and convulse.<br/><br/>Stepping back, his cock slapping loudly against his stomach as it was released from under her, he ordered her, "Turn around."<br/><br/>Her arms dropping from the wall, she did as she was told.<br/><br/>"Put your arms around me," he directed her, her arms reaching up and draping around his neck.<br/><br/>Again bringing low his knees, with both arms he reached around her ass and, his hands cupping her, he hoisted up her, positioning her splayed pussy over his erect manhood, letting her feel it at her entrance, her legs now wrapped around his hips with her arms slipping wider, around his strong shoulders as he picked up her.<br/><br/>Lifting her higher, sharing a deep soulful kiss then, breaking off the kiss, he slowly lowered her, holding her directly above his cock, rubbing along her length, slowly, so that just his fat cock head entered her, then he picked her up again, then lowering her, again and again giving her just the fat tip. Three, four, five times he lowered her onto his bulbous cock head, her arms around him, trying to push herself down onto himself, before he asked her, "Are you ready?"