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Carol turned me into the water stream to clear off any remaining soap. Then she rinsed the saliva and cum from her face before shutting off the shower. She opened the door, grabbed a towel and began to dry me off. She dried my back, playfully dried my butt crack, turned me around stroked my cock with the towel as she dried my cock and balls.

Carol laughed as her tight pussy squeezed my flaccid cock out on to the kitchen counter. “Why yes, Jim, yes it was good,” she giggled in a mocking voice. “You’re so cute.” She pulled up her legs and put her feet on the counter, leaning back on her elbows. I was hypnotized watching my semen drip out of her fiery red hole. “You came a lot, didn’t you?” She flexed her pussy muscles sending a healthy gush of cum onto the kitchen counter. “Next time I’m going to make you clean me up.” Again with the “next time…” She spun over onto all fours and slid off the island. “But your cum is so yummy I want every drop.” She leaned over and began eagerly lapping up my jizz. I moved closer behind her to watch her bobbing head. I slapped her ass a couple of times with my limp cock. Not missing a beat as she cleaned the island of my cum, Carol reached back with both hands and spread her ass for me. “Put your dick in my crack. I want you hard again. We’re not done yet.”

With another push, she sunk another inch, his head rubbing up against her g-spot and she moaned again. Unable to help herself she pushed hard, sinking further and stretching her recently virgin hole harder. With a final shove, she bottomed out on his cock, his balls pressing up against her, and his heat throbbing slowly within her. God, she didn’t know she ended up here or what she was going to do now, but she was going to enjoy this moment.