quickienewyork:

She had a shower in her house that was almost too good.

It had black tiles with two shower heads and was so big we could have had a small party in it. The light grew hot, illuminating the steam that covered both of our naked bodies.

But mostly I remember the small ledge in the middle where I’d sit and kiss her tummy, my fingers inside her as the water splashed against her skin. Mostly what I remember is her sitting on the bench, teasing my cock hard again after fucking for hours.

And when I close my eyes the tightest the tiles close in on me, the sound of the water blocks out the city streets and all I remember is one late night in July.

All I can see are her hands against the wall as she leans forward so I can push inside her. All that’s left is that one simple memory of fucking her oh so slowly in that giant mausoleum while her parents slept quietly outside.

-gny

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