She let a long, low moan out, as he teased and finally slid in. Her limbs wrapped around him - her knees on his sides, ankles locked behind him. Her fingernails raking over his torso. The bite on her neck making her back arch, her body spasm, a deep growl in her throat. A weak spot, perhaps.<br/><br/>"Ohhh no, the shower is for... cleaning up afterwards." She smiled, voice sultry, almost unsteady, interrupted at each deep thrust of his, her hips moving in time with his accelerating thrusts, cunt a tight fit for his shaft. And even tighter when she squeezed. "But hold that thought. I'll call upon it later. Much later. If you can... keep this pace." She teased, even as she guided his hands to her breasts, urging him to grip and knead and be rough.