[ He kisses her back, as softly as he can at first, though the hunger and urgency is starting to build. His right hand comes up to gently cradle the back of her head, the warm wet stone huge against her.
The slow strokes are simultaneously everything he wants and not enough, teasing the edge of bringing him to release, the rumbling pressure of the water moving over him a sensation that's almost overstimulating. He rocks his hips forward into those long strokes, seeking more as beads of pre-come thicken the water running off his dick, his left hand sliding down her backside and between her legs, blunt fingertips rubbing up into that soft cleft between her cheeks. ]
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The slow strokes are simultaneously everything he wants and not enough, teasing the edge of bringing him to release, the rumbling pressure of the water moving over him a sensation that's almost overstimulating. He rocks his hips forward into those long strokes, seeking more as beads of pre-come thicken the water running off his dick, his left hand sliding down her backside and between her legs, blunt fingertips rubbing up into that soft cleft between her cheeks. ]