Joanna's POV:
I shrank back when Harry's hot breath hit my neck. My quivered slightly as I said, "I don't want..."
"What?" Harry groaned and played with my nipples, gently pinching my stiff tips.
The high surged up like a tide. I grabbed the sofa cushion, my nails digging deep into it. I moaned with pain and pleasure, "Harry... No... Honey..."
After a dozen thrusts, he slowly pulled out of me and lifted me up.
I hurriedly wrapped my arms around his neck and asked, "What... What are you doing?"
He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and said in a deep voice, "I'm taking you to the bathroom. You're completely drenched."
"I can walk by myself..."
Although he wasn't inside me anymore, his dick was still between my legs. It rubbed against my opening as he walked. My arousal continued to gush out of my body, dripping on Harry's dick and then the floor. The sound of my arousal dribbling to the floor was abrupt in the silent room. I glanced down and quickly looked away, feeling shy. Then, I buried my head in Harry's broad chest.
He carried me to the bathroom but didn't put me down. I nudged him and said, "Put me down and wait for me outside. You can come in after I'm done."
Harry refused. "No. Let's do it together."
I blushed and didn't argue further. Although we had done this activity before, I still felt a little awkward. Harry had a high libido, so I was certain he would do other things besides taking a shower with me.
As soon as I lowered my head, I was greeted with his erect penis. It was thick and long, and still hard. Obviously, his desire was still raging.
"Honey." Harry lowered his head to nibble on my ear. "I will help you get very clean, inside and out..."
I shuddered and stammered, "No, no. I can do it myself."
"Shush! I need to give the whole service. Let me help you." Harry put me in the bathtub, turned on the shower head, and adjusted the water temperature. Soon, we were both wet. He turned off the water, rubbed some body wash on my back, and let it lather.
His broad palms swept over my back periodically, sending shivers down my spine. My back, my scalp, and even my pussy felt itchy.
After being filled so deliciously, there was nothing inside me right now, so it felt both empty and itchy.
The more I dwelled on it, the tinglier I felt.
While rubbing my back, Harry commented, "Honey, you seemed to have lost some weight recently."
My body felt boneless and my hands kept sliding down from the edge of the bathtub. The soap was everywhere, and the tub was slippery. My knees were inclined to slide forward. Every time I fell forward, Harry would pull me back, and his dick would slide deeper into me.
I couldn't differentiate between pain and pleasure. I couldn't hold back my groans either. They wrenched themselves from my throat and gradually disappeared.
"God... Slower... Slower... Ah... Don't..."
Harry continued driving inside me with great speed and strength. My body was reaching its limit. My scalp tingled, and every thrust of Harry's brought me intense pleasure.
When I climaxed, my legs gave away, and I softly fell in the bathtub. Harry helped me up and gripped my hip.
My body was so pliable that it bent like an arrow. I instinctively supported myself by placing my hands at the bottom of the bathtub.
"Honey, you are so sensitive." Harry paused for a few seconds, his huge dick throbbing inside me. He slowly began moving again, lengthening my climax.
He hadn't come yet. His rock-hard penis kept gliding in my pussy. I had just climaxed and was very sensitive down there. My body was shaking with pleasure and my arms couldn't support my weight anymore. So after a few more thrusts, I went down on my knees in the bathtub.
The hot sex lasted until midnight, after which the bathroom finally became quiet.
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