Shower With An Angel
When showering with an angel, one is in heaven.
Water gently cascading down our nudity, I wash her long, dark hair with gentle care. Highly aroused, I admire her wonderful form. Hair rinsed, manhood between her cheeks, I reach to fondle her beautiful, soft breasts. Sighing, she turns to face me and strokes my firm erection. Squealing as her back contacts the cold wall, I raise her leg and enter her. Tightly hugging, we gyrate against the wall. Our urgency grows. Breath...