Nash slumped onto the shower floor, Nia still impaled deep on his cock.
Their breaths came in ragged gasps, mouths searching for each other until they crashed together in another messy kiss.
Cum spilled out of her stretched pussy, warm streams sliding down his shaft and pooling beneath them.
His hands roamed freely now, gripping her ass, sliding up her waist, cupping her wet breasts.
Nia trembled against him, her body still shuddering from orgasm, but her excitement only grew. She clung tighter, licking his lips between desperate moans.
"More… I want more…" she whispered, then giggled breathlessly.
She rose slightly, thighs quivering, then pushed down again, trying to mount him fully.
Her hips started to grind in a steady, rolling rhythm, her whole body rocking on top of him like she was riding to music, her pussy squeezing around his cock as she took control.
Nash groaned, surprised by her sudden force.
"Damn, Nia, you're still going?"
