I stopped the thrusts for a second, still buried deep inside Rebeca. Her breathing came out hot and irregular against my hand that still covered her mouth. Without saying anything, I slowly pulled my cock out, feeling the wet resistance of her pussy, and pulled her by the waist toward the large bathtub that occupied the corner of the bathroom.
The hot water was already at the right level, releasing a light steam that fogged the mirrors a little. I entered first, sitting with my back against the marble edge. The heat of the water enveloped my legs and the base of my still-hard cock, shiny with her fluids.
Rebeca entered right after, her body wet and her fair skin shining under the soft light. Without needing an order, she positioned herself with her back to me, spreading her legs and lowering herself slowly. I held the base of my cock and aligned the head at her soaked entrance. She descended with a low moan, swallowing everything at once until I was completely buried.
