Steve grasped the back of her head with one hand and kissed her long and hard before leaning back and taking the showerhead from her again, “Finish washing me, Sarah.”
Sarah’s hands trembled as she soaped the washcloth again, and began lathering his chest, moving the soapy cloth in circles over the dark hair covering his lean body. His hips moved in rhythm with her head. Indian sex Sarah’s back arched against his chest, and she cried out one last time, as the intensity of her final orgasm overwhelmed her completely. She squirted some of the liquid on the washcloth, and after rubbing it into a lather, slowly began to move it up and over his shoulders and down his back. She felt panic rise along side her orgasm as she remembered that her womb could be fertile and just waiting for him to flood it with his sperm.
