I held her in my arms as we kissed, shivering under the spray as we slowly began to catch our breath.
My eyes rolled skyward when the little minx wrapped me in her fist and started stroking, trying to bring my semi back to life. I was amazed that it was twitching again, just from the feel of her hand sliding over my thickening shaft, while she coyly smiled into my eyes, massaging my balls.
Shaking my head, I reached for the shampoo and started lathering her hair, as I explained, "You know, I'm not nineteen anymore, so I need a little time to recover between rounds."
Still, gently sliding me through her fist, she grinned. "Well, you're doing pretty good for an old guy." When my mouth fell open, she laughed, and looked me over. "I'm guessing you're about thirty-five, so you're not that ol
