...was driving her wild. With each wave of orgasmic pleasure she squealed loudly, not caring
if anyone could hear her through the walls of the hotel.
“Ahhh…Fuck.” Her legs gave way and she slid to the floor of the shower. She arched her back a
little as she writhed around. Her hips thrust at the air, working with Ben’s movements, feeling
the power of his twists and turns driving her orgasm towards her like a juggernaut. She pinched
her nipples so hard she broke the skin and drops of blood leaked out. But it felt so good.
It was just the thought that it was Ben doing this to her that seemed to magnify the power of
her growing ecstasy. “Oh what a dirty, dirty girl, you are, Gwen” she thought through the haze
of pleasure. She writhed on the floor, feeling the hot water raining down over her flesh. She
looked down between her legs. Tiny bumps rose and fell on her flesh as Ben squirmed through
her. She through her head back as a fresh wave crashed through her. Only one thought entered
her mind and it made her cry out on ecstasy. It was the thought of Ben, in human form doing
this to her with his cock. His piercing green eyes staring into her own as they both drove each
other toward their climax’s.
“Oh God-” She gasped. Ben felt like he was doing flips inside her cunt. “SHIT.” She cursed, as
she felt her walls being pushed...