The water was still rushing above us, streaming over our skin, steam clinging heavy in the air. My cock was buried deep inside her pussy, still twitching from the load I'd just spilled. Jasmine's body was slack against mine, chest heaving, cheek pressed against the wet tile.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the hiss of the shower and the dull thud of my heartbeat in my ears.
When I finally pulled out, my cum oozed from her swollen pussy lips, thick and messy, trailing down the inside of her thighs. It clung to her, milky strands mixing with the water as it ran down toward the drain.
Jasmine turned her head slightly, her hair sticking wet against her cheek, her lips parted in a dazed smile. She leaned her palms flat against the wall, bracing herself.
"Still hard?" she asked, voice husky, teasing. "Of course you are."
