<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr/><br/>Abigale bit her lip when she felt him grabbing her hip and pulling them back slowly. His hard member pressed against her opening and she gasped a little as it pushed in. The water and her own excitement made it slid in easier, but having not had sex in almost two years made it sting a bit. Vincent seemed to understand this, or he might of just been overly excited himself, and started rubbing her breasts again before moving back down to her hips to assist his thrusts.<br/><br/>Hearing him, she immediately turned her head towards his voice. Their lips met and she kissed him as best and as eagerly as she could, "Gods, Vincent, harder," she panted against his lips. Abigale had no doubts that she might have a few small bruises on her hips after this. It would be a small price to pay for a good time.<br/><br/>With a small moan, Abigale leaned forward and away from his lips. She placed both her hands on the shower wall, bending at her waist, "Don't be gentle," she started moving her hips back against his. It felt incredible.