"Go away!" she laughed.

But the door jerked open, and in he came, still wearing his white sports shirt and unknotted tie. And his raging erection. He followed her into the hot spraying water, paying it no attention whatever.

"You're incorrigible," Sammi told him, backed up against the wall.

The water didn't touch her, but sprayed into Steven's face. He didn't even blink, just pushed her ass to the wall, lifted her thigh way up, and stabbed his cock into her pussy once again. She moaned as it bit deep and true, and she thrust her tits against him, seeking his mouth with her own. It was wrong, and she knew it, but there was something about his cock that she had never been able to resist, not since that first time.

"I was a teenager," she whispered. "A baby. Innocent. And you ravished me, turned me into a hot wanton slut."

The words excited her, and she humped his thrusting cock with growing need and arousal.

"I was young too," he told her amid kisses. "I'll never be any older than you are."

"But you'd been doing it with Rhonda Sagal, every time you could lure her into the bushes, not to mention that little bitch Jean Dugan don't tell me you never fucked her! I had gym with her, and your cock was her principal topic of conversation in the locker room."

The sphincter of her cunt pulled and sucked at his prick, feeding it higher and higher into her belly. She curled that lifted legs around his back.

"Hope you've been working out," she taunted, lifting her other leg and folding it behind his thigh. Now he was holding her up with his body, and the strain was all his.