The bottle crashed to the floor of the shower. Foreman leaned back against the wall, tipping his head back, breathing too hard to return Amber's kiss. He couldn't keep his attention from his dick, from his ass, from what she was about to do. The nervous edge to his feelings sharpened, no matter how much he insisted to himself that it was fine. Not gonna hurt, and she likes it, she doesn't care that you like it, she likes that you like it, so shut up-- Didn't work. He braced himself against the wall and bit his lip, the fluorescent light fixture above the shower swimming in his vision until his eyes slipped closed.
Amber dropped to her knees, and Foreman couldn't help the hoarse, wanting sound that ripped from his throat. This, he knew, and his blood pounded in his cock even before her mouth closed over him. God. Just the head. Fucking teasing him. Lapping at him, no suction, just the hot exploration of her tongue, and then--swirling, sucking pressure. "Ohh, fuck. Fuck, Amber--" His voice stopped, but her name repeated over and over again in his mind, the syllables matching the insistent, eager movement of her mouth. Amber was so good, fucking talented, her mouth slipping over his length again and again, and she knew it, which only made him hotter. The sweet pulling need was so good. Pleasure exploded, heat increasing until it felt like a fever--burning, but leaving him shivering, muscles aching, mind fucking lost. Foreman touched Amber's damp hair, determined not to clutch, but it was instinct, the desire to shove his hips forward and fuck her mouth nearly overcoming him. He'd barely noticed the first teasing pushes of her finger, but as soon as his hips started moving, he felt it.
Breath seizing in his lungs, Foreman slid an inch lower, feet bracing him, knees bending just enough to give him some room to spread his legs. "Yeah--yeah, okay, yes--" Had to relax, had to be ready. The first prodding touch wasn't going to be good, but after that--he was working towards the moment it would be. The pleasure from Amber's mouth outstripped his fear, and Foreman nudged against the slippery rub of her finger. He was sensitive enough that it felt good; the teasing massage, the promise of pressure, the dull awareness that she'd push into him soon. "F-fuck." His voice sounded blaring in his ears, but it couldn't have been above a mutter. "Do it."
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Amber dropped to her knees, and Foreman couldn't help the hoarse, wanting sound that ripped from his throat. This, he knew, and his blood pounded in his cock even before her mouth closed over him. God. Just the head. Fucking teasing him. Lapping at him, no suction, just the hot exploration of her tongue, and then--swirling, sucking pressure. "Ohh, fuck. Fuck, Amber--" His voice stopped, but her name repeated over and over again in his mind, the syllables matching the insistent, eager movement of her mouth. Amber was so good, fucking talented, her mouth slipping over his length again and again, and she knew it, which only made him hotter. The sweet pulling need was so good. Pleasure exploded, heat increasing until it felt like a fever--burning, but leaving him shivering, muscles aching, mind fucking lost. Foreman touched Amber's damp hair, determined not to clutch, but it was instinct, the desire to shove his hips forward and fuck her mouth nearly overcoming him. He'd barely noticed the first teasing pushes of her finger, but as soon as his hips started moving, he felt it.
Breath seizing in his lungs, Foreman slid an inch lower, feet bracing him, knees bending just enough to give him some room to spread his legs. "Yeah--yeah, okay, yes--" Had to relax, had to be ready. The first prodding touch wasn't going to be good, but after that--he was working towards the moment it would be. The pleasure from Amber's mouth outstripped his fear, and Foreman nudged against the slippery rub of her finger. He was sensitive enough that it felt good; the teasing massage, the promise of pressure, the dull awareness that she'd push into him soon. "F-fuck." His voice sounded blaring in his ears, but it couldn't have been above a mutter. "Do it."