...ave of pleasure crashing through her. Gwen rubbing hard on her nipples.
She palmed her breasts and gave them a hard squeeze; she bit her lower lip and groaned. She moved her hands in a circular motion massaging them hard. She wished it was Ben doing it for her. She squeezed her thighs together, Ben couldn’t escape from her now. There was nowhere for him to go but deeper inside. The heat that was spreading from her core to her hips to her waist was driving her wild. With each wave of orgasmic pleasure she squealed loudly, not caring if anyone could hear her through the walls of the hotel.
“Ahhh…Fuck.” Her legs gave way and she slid to the floor of the shower. She arched her back a little as she writhed around. Her hips thrust at the air, working with Ben’s movements, feeling the power of his twists and turns driving her orgasm towards her like a juggernaut. She pinched her nipples so hard she broke the skin and drops of blood leaked out. But it felt so good.
It was just the thought that it was Ben doing this to her that seemed to magnify the power of her growing ecstasy. “Oh what a dirty, dirty girl, you are, Gwen” she thought through the haze of pleasure. She wri...