Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 31: Fukcing her in the shower

Chapter 31: Fukcing her in the shower

Foam bubbled and slid down their bodies, rinsed away by the warm water that plastered their hair and glistened on their skin.

Alex smirked, pulling her close, their slick bodies pressing together as the shower washed the last of the soap away.

Syrla tilted her head up, her lips finding his in a slow, lingering kiss.

The taste of water and faint citrus lingered between them, her tongue brushing his with a quiet hunger.

Then, with a coy glance upward, she sank to her knees, the tiles cool against her skin.

Her hands found his rod, stroking its full length with a firm, deliberate grip.

Alex groaned, a low "Uhmm" rumbling from his chest as pleasure sparked through him.

Under her touch, his rod seemed to swell even more, hardening in her grasp.

She rubbed the tip with her thumb, teasing the sensitive spot for a moment before leaning in.

Her lips parted, taking his rod into her mouth.

She sucked gently around the tip, her tongue swirling with practiced ease, then slid it deeper.

She couldn’t deepthroat, her limit reached partway, but she compensated by bobbing her head, her movements steady and rhythmic.

The wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, sending waves of sensation radiating outward.

"Uhh... ohh... ahh," Alex moaned, his voice rough as the pleasure spread from his rod to every corner of his body.

His hands hovered near her head, fingers twitching with the urge to guide her, but he let her set the pace.

Syrla continued, her hands adding to the torment, one squeezing his balls gently, the other steadying herself against his thigh.

The combination was electric, each suck and stroke pushing him closer to the edge.

The shower’s spray beat against his back, a steady counterpoint to the heat building within him.

Finally, the intensity became too much.

Alex’s breath hitched, and he reached down, gently stopping her. "Enough," he rasped, pulling her up to her feet.

Her lips were glossy, her eyes dark with mischief as she met his gaze. "Bend over," he said, his voice low and commanding.

Syrla complied, assuming he meant to fill her core with his rod again.

She turned, bracing her hands against the tiled wall, the water streaming down her back as she arched slightly.

But instead of what she expected, she felt his finger prod her core, slipping inside with ease thanks to her lingering wetness.

She gasped, caught off guard by the shift, her body tensing then relaxing as he began to move.

"You thought I’d go straight for it?" Alex teased, his voice close to her ear as he leaned over her.

His finger curled inside her core, stroking her walls with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Syrla moaned, her head dipping as the pleasure returned, coiling tight in her lower belly.

Then, his wet, long tongue followed, sliding against her core with a sudden, slick warmth.

The pleasure, combined with the unexpectedness of it, overwhelmed Syrla instantly.

It was too much, too intense, too fast, and it sent her spiraling over the edge. "Ahh..." she cried out, her voice echoing off the tiled walls as a quick, sharp orgasm racked her body.

Her knees buckled slightly, the shower’s spray mingling with the heat flushing her skin as she trembled under the sudden wave of ecstasy.

Alex didn’t let up, unrelenting in his focus.

He kept eating her out, his tongue pushing as deep as it could go while his finger continued its steady rhythm inside her core.

The combination prolonged her pleasure, drawing it out into a delicious torment. "Uhm... ahh... uhmm..." Syrla moaned, her voice a breathless cascade of sounds that spilled from her lips.

Her hands gripped the slick wall for support, her body quaking as he worked her through the high, the water streaming down her back in rivulets that matched the shivers coursing through her.

Finally, she calmed down from the euphoric peak, her breaths ragged and uneven.

She held out a shaky hand, pressing it lightly against his shoulder to stop him. "I need you inside me," she said, her voice hoarse with desire, her golden eyes locking onto his with a raw, pleading intensity.

Alex smiled, a playful glint in his gaze. "At your service, your majesty," he teased, his tone light but laced with anticipation.

He rose to his feet, water dripping from his hair and chest, and lined up his rod with her core.

With a slow, deliberate push, he entered her.

As his rod slid into her warm, wet core, they moaned together, the sound blending into a shared "Ohh..." that reverberated in the steamy air.

The sensation was immediate and electric, her walls enveloping him tightly.

Alex didn’t stop there.

He kept pushing in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out, his balls pressing firmly against her mound.

He paused for a moment, exhaling deeply, savoring the feeling of being fully inside her.

The heat of her core pulsed around him, and he steadied himself, his hands finding her waist.

Then he started to pump in and out, his movements slow and measured at first, letting her adjust to his thickness.

He held her waist tightly, his fingers digging into her soft, wet skin to support himself as he began to increase the pace.

Syrla was bent over, one hand gripping the showerhead above her for balance, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat building within her.

Her legs were spread far apart, offering him unrestricted access to her core.

She could feel Alex’s thick rod ramming into her, hard and fast now, stretching her walls with every thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming, a relentless tide of pleasure that left her gasping.

The amount of pleasure she felt whenever he moved in and out was incredible, beyond anything she could articulate.

All she could do was moan and gasp, her voice rising and falling with each stroke.

The water pounded against her back, amplifying the sounds of their bodies colliding, the wet slap of skin, the soft groans escaping Alex’s throat, the faint creak of the showerhead under her grip.

It was a symphony of sensation, raw and unfiltered.