instant, John was pressing into me, his cock sliding effortlessly into my eager hole. He had fucked me a hundred times before, but for some reason, this time it felt all new. He placed his hands on my hips and hunkered me down onto him, skewering my canal up to my gut with his huge member.

We moaned together as the water washing over us now met where his balls were slapping into my ass. He thrust into me with a slow rhythm, painstakingly exploring every inch of my bowels before drawing back and plunging in again.

I was writhing and cooing as I dropped and raised my ass down on his prick. I could feel he was on his tiptoes, straining to penetrate me deeper and deeper with each drive of his hips and cock. The water blasting against my powerfully engorged prick was driving through me a steady sensation of pleasure that was slowly raising me toward my exploding point. In an instant, my cock was spasming and heaving, firing wad after wad of thick cum against the shower wall, sliding down in thick, clumping streams as it mixed with the water cascading down toward the drain.

John must have been feeling the ‘surprisingly new’ fucking sensation as well, because he normally lasted for at least twenty minutes, but he was already panting and trembling. He gave me a few more minutes of shower sex ecstasy, and then I knew he was about to pop.

“It’s okay, baby. Blow your load. Hose me down!”

John obeyed my urging, giving me just a few more thrusts before snapping his log out of my ass. I slipped down off ledges I had been standing on and dropped down into the tub. I turned my face and shoulders as I did so, allowing John to cum on my face. I normally didn’t much care for facials, even though I knew he loved giving them. But in this moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel his hot seed glazing my awaiting face.

John didn’t disappoint, either. The first few wads to leave his shaft oozed out with nothing but a thick drip. But then, his member let loose, firing two or three heavy bolts hard into my cheek and eye. I laughed and flinched at the force of it. John hadn’t cum that hard in months. God it turned me on.

I continued to laugh and giggle as I cleaned off the tip of his cock with my tongue and lips. The water washing over my face had already rinsed free most of his cum, and so I squinted open my eyes through the stream to see his smiling face staring down back at me.

“Good morning,” I jested.