Emma’s head falls back and her throat rips with the most decadent, dark moan she had ever let out. Her clouded blue eyes feel like rolling to the back of her head as Jason obliges to her request to keep going and strength the pace and power; her ears are deafened by the sound of his gorgeous hips and thighs colliding against her inner thighs. The wet slaps echoing across his empty hotel suite as Emma writhes underneath the celebrity and is plunged into the pool of near-insanity as she climaxes. Her eyes going wide and her back arches up from the mattress as she squeezes around Jason and soon hears him descend into the same pool. Naked and pulsing with heat, steam rising from the surface of the mystical water as he wades towards her with a look on his face that would melt any woman to her knees.<br/><br/>His moans vibrate into her neck as her body recognizes a new sensation. What...what was it? It felt familiar and yet completely alien as well. His body gives little trembles above her, and when his muscles give way and rest on her thighs and tummy, that’s when it clicks inside her poor head that’s just trying to enjoy her swim in the pleasure pool. Emma’s eyes search the ceiling above the two hot bodies lying on the hotel bed, and her lips part to say something, but Jason was first. His breathing was labored, and his heart was pounding so hard in his chest that she could feel it resonate with her own. That’s when he confirms her worried suspicion, and her anxiety spikes through the roof of the hotel suite. Jason had climaxed inside of her, and of course she wasn’t on any kind of birth control because she and Daniel had been trying to get pregnant for the better part of 3 years now. With her heart rate picking up and her skin lighting right back on fire, Emma lets out a noise that sounded like a whine mixed with an ‘ahhh.’ Jason offered tissues or for her to wash herself out the best she could in his shower, and the overwhelming slam of emotions hitting her at that moment was not what she wanted to deal with. She knew she could deal with those emotions, so pushing those aside and re-centering on the situation, Emma decides that calming Jason was her first priority.<br/><br/>“Jason. Jason breathe. I’m okay. You’re okay. I’ll just go take a shower,” Emma says and gently pats at the celebrity’s sweaty, strong back. “We’ll be fine,” she encourages positive thoughts, not just for him, but also for her. Jason sits up, pulls out, and the young wife closes up her legs and rolls off of the bed slowly. A weak grunt coming from her when her ankles carry the weight of her body once again. If Jason was still feeling unsure, Emma turns towards him, feeling his cum drooling from her pussy and down between her thick thighs.<br/><br/>Reaching out and grabbing his hands, directing his focus to her eyes as she tilts her head down and gives her first ‘Mommy look’. Stern confidence that demanded him to challenge her. “We are okay,” she states and squeezes his hands within hers before motioning to the bathroom with a quick nod of her head. “Come on. You need a shower too,” she coaxes him out of bed. The last thing anybody needed was to sit alone and fester in their anxieties and worry. Emma didn’t know what honestly came over her. A brand new wave of strength and resilience that kept her feeling alright. She knew she had to be strong during this troubling moment. Women...Mothers are the strongest animals on this whole planet.<br/><br/>If Jason did oblige to follow, Emma opens the bathroom door, steps into the glass shower, and studies the shower nozzle and handles to see what kind of shower she was working with. She tries to ignore the hot cum still dripping from her pussy as she figures the water situation out and starts up a shower. Briefly stepping out to remove her wedding ring and set it safely on the sink counter, Emma then returns to the shower and sinks under the hot water. The sizzling sound of water hitting the marbled flooring fills her ears, and the feel of the hot water hitting her skin began to relax her nerves. Water travels down her pale, luscious body; streaking down her hips, drizzling over her back, and racing down her legs. The water soaks her long, blonde hair, and as she pushes the wet hair back and slicks it away from her face, she closes her eyes and turns to face the water. The stun of hot water against her face makes her eyes scrunch and her eyebrows knit together, but then she relaxes underneath it, and the water bounces from her shoulders, drips from her breasts, and draws ever-moving patterns down her stomach.<br/><br/>The perfect photo... When a woman submerges herself underneath water and just lets nature cleanse her.