Abida panted and her chest raised and settled, her hands gripping the shower head as her one leg stood firm on the floor of the tub and the other on its edge, she needed every fiber of her being to keep from slipping. She just held on as this pale priestly face buried itself between Abidas legs, her lips meeting Abidas lower lips. She could feel each caress of the tongue on her vulva, the folds sending lightening strikes up Abidas spine, especially when the teeth would lightly bite at her labia or her clitoris. The water flowed down Abidas body, the way she gripped the viper like shower head caused the water to turn and spray her chest, then she turned it, in some reflexive throw, and the water cascaded its warmth down Lillas back as she eagerly massaged Abidas sex with her warm tongue. She could feel it, the pulling at her folds as Sister Naser's lips sucked at her vulva, the feeling of that tongue piercing the depths of tunnel.<br/><br/>"Ata.. adachi... " she babbled in Akkadi, whatever it meant was a mystery, with Abidas eyes glossy and her breath becoming quick once more; her words become muffled by her sexual excitement and her exhaustion. So much passion in a length of time that her mind could no longer even perceive. She finally freed one of her hands from its vice like grip of the shower head and reached for one of Lillas hands. She took it and guided it to her backside, wanting her to once again firmly grip it as before. The feeling of the Sisters strong hand gripping an entire cheek sent shivers through Abida, that potent mix of pleasure and some sort of primitive feeling of being dominated. Abidas wet, bronze body then cam in a sudden wave, the breath quickened and the yelping sounds, like quick bursts out in the depths of space. An awkward supernovae within her just burst, and a euphoric exhaustion overtook her body as her legs shook and struggled to keep her up. Muscles in her leg cramped and she slipped slipping, her tight and pelvis pressing into Sister Naser for support. The pre-orgasmic juices merely mixed in with the water from the shower head as Abida's rapid breath and short screams echoed in the shower room.<br/><br/>At this point Abida was exhausted, in her life, however short it has been compared to some thus far, she has rarely had such a night of pleasure. She could picture in her mind short bursts of fantasies, all the ways she saw Sister Naser ravaging her body, her tounge massaging her various orifices, her fingers doing the same, Sister Naser just bending Abida over one of the medical beds in the hospital deck and driving her fingers into Abidas sex. All the fantasies filled her head as her exhausted body slumped down, sitting in Lillas lap, her arms wrapped around the Sister, her breasts pressed against Nasers and her head resting on the Sisters shoulders as she tried to catch her breath.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>