That’s how I know I’m not getting laid. I’d be lucky to leave here after a quick hand job. This was my fate, decided by Jessie, the shower sai...d it all. She wanted to rinse the day off of her and get her mind elsewhere. She came down the hallway naked like she always does. Watching her sleek 5’3’’ frame sway back and forth and staring at her perfectly faultless and bare pussy, tucked gently between her legs. Her jet black hair was dyed with a long red streak that reached to the tips of her. "Try not to fall asleep after using it, which may be the problem." I said, spilling the beans that I knew what was going on before I turned and returned to my platform.But, before I could reach my perch she grabbed my white coattail."If you're so worried about how I use it maybe you could come by and show me YOUR technique." She said in a low voice, easily trumping what I thought was a great parting shot.When I turned to look at what had caught my coat I saw her hand as she spoke her words. My. But neither of us could keep this pace up forever. Tiffany hadn't had sex in some time, and I wasn't used to such frantic, breakneck sex. So, far too soon for either of us, we both reached our crests.Tiffany was the first to announce her impending orgasm. "Oh God, James! Oh, baby, I'm going to cum! Oh, please make me cum! Please! Ohhh, fuck!" she cried."Don't cum yet... I want to cum with you. Just hold it!" I said as I increased the pressure on her clit. "Ohhhh..." she responded, trying very. As he inched upward to her knees, touching the insides of both through the sheet.Fingertips dragging lightly along the surface, energy flowing, passion growing. She loved Ryan's touch. She felt gentleness penetrating the cotton percale, imagination magical as if in direct contact with her soft skin. Ilea becoming intensely sensitive, goose bumps rising all over, forcing the tiny hairs on her body to stand up hard, pressing the sheet that held them. The slightest movement of the sheet was like.