Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 45: In Bathroom with Tina (R18)

Tina pressed me against the tiled wall, the cool porcelain a stark contrast to the steaming water. She lifted one of my legs, hooking it over her hip, and thrust into me again. The angle was different here—deeper, her cock curving upward to hit new depths.

I moaned, head falling back against the tiles, water streaming into my open mouth. She fucked me steadily, hips rolling, water splashing with each impact. Her free hand braced above my head, muscles rippling as she drove in.

The shower amplified everything—the slick sounds of skin on skin, the scent of our arousal mixing with soap. Tina’s mouth latched onto my breast, sucking the nipple hard, teeth biting just enough to sting. I tangled my fingers in her wet hair, pulling her closer. Her cock went inside me, stretching, filling, the head battering my cervix with controlled force.

"God, you take me so well," she murmured against my skin, voice echoing off the walls.

"Mhmm... I know... now move..."

She spun me around suddenly, bending me over at the waist, hands on the shower bench. My palms slapped wet tile as she entered from behind, cock sliding into my pussy with ease, lubricated by water and my endless wetness.

Tina gripped my hips, pulling me back onto her with each thrust. The position let her go deeper, balls slapping my clit, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I pushed back, meeting her rhythm, ass jiggling with the force.

Water pounded our backs, Tina’s hand reaching around to rub my clit in tight circles. Her other hand fisted my hair, tilting my head back for a messy kiss under the spray. She fucked me harder, grunting with effort, cock swelling inside me. Orgasm built again, faster this time, my walls fluttering.

"Come for me, Sharon," she commanded, pinching my clit.

I did, screaming her name as my pussy convulsed, squeezing her shaft. Tina followed moments later, thrusting deep and holding, cum flooding my insides, hot and thick. We stayed locked like that, panting, water washing away the evidence but not the aftershocks.

But Tina’s stamina was insatiable. She pulled out, cum leaking down my thighs, mixed with shower water. She turned me to face her, lifting me again, this time pinning me against the glass door of the shower.

My legs wrapped around her waist, ankles crossing behind her. Her cock found my entrance easily, sliding back in with a squelch. The glass was fogged but cool against my back, a thrilling contrast.

She bounced me on her length, arms supporting my ass, fingers digging into the flesh. Each lift and drop impaled me fully, her cock grinding against every sensitive inch.

I clung to her shoulders, biting her neck to muffle my cries. Tina’s thrusts were powerful, water sluicing between us, making everything slippery. Her mouth devoured mine, tongues battling as she fucked me upward.

The steam made the air thick, hard to breathe, but I didn’t care. Pleasure consumed me, her cock hitting my g-spot over and over. She shifted, one hand moving to spread my ass cheeks, a finger teasing my back entrance without penetrating.

The added sensation pushed me over the edge again, orgasm ripping through me, pussy gushing around her.

Tina didn’t cum this time, holding back, her control impressive. She carried me out of the shower, dripping water across the marble floor, and laid me on the plush bath mat.

Kneeling between my legs, she entered me slowly, missionary style, the carpet soft under my back. Her thrusts were languid now, relishing, cock dragging along my walls. I hooked my legs over her shoulders, pulling her deeper.

We rocked together, her weight pressing me down, breasts squishing against mine. Tina’s hand slipped between us, thumb on my clit, circling as she pumped in and out. The bathroom echoed with our moans, the slap of wet skin. She kissed my forehead, my cheeks, whispering endearments between thrusts. "I love how you feel around me. So good... so sexy, Sharon."

Building slowly, she increased speed, hips snapping, cock pistoning. My nails raked her back, leaving red trails. Orgasm crested for me third time, softer but intense, waves lapping at my senses. Tina buried her face in my neck, groaning as she came, filling me again, cum overflowing, pooling on the mat.

We lay there, entangled, breaths syncing. But the fire reignited quickly. Tina stood, pulling me up, bending me over the sink counter. The mirror reflected our flushed faces, her eyes wild. She spread my legs, cock sliding into my cum-slick pussy from behind. The counter was cold under my elbows, heightening the heat of her invasion.

Tina fucked me with abandon now, hands on my waist, pulling me back hard. Her cock plunged deep, balls smacking my clit. I watched us in the mirror—her muscles flexing, my breasts swaying with each thrust. She reached around, fingers finding my nipple, pinching and pulling. The visual pushed me higher, pussy clenching.

She slapped my ass lightly, the sting blooming into pleasure. Thrusts grew erratic, her cock throbbing.

"Cum with me," she demanded. I did, shattering as she erupted, hot spurts painting my insides. We collapsed against the counter, laughing breathlessly.

Hours passed in that bathroom sanctuary. Tina lifted me onto the tub edge, fucking me seated, my legs around her. Water from earlier made everything slick. Then against the door again, standing, her strength unending. Each position brought new waves—doggy on the floor, me riding her on the bench, her cock always deep, always bringing me to peak.

By evening, exhausted but sated, we returned to the bedroom, bodies marked by our passion. Tina’s gentle nature shone through, even in the roughness, her touches turning tender post-climax. In her arms, against the headboard’s memory and the bathroom’s steam, I felt utterly claimed, our bond unbreakable in this luxurious haven.

The afternoon sun dipped lower, casting golden rays through the bathroom window, but we weren’t ready to leave our watery playground. Tina drew a bath this time, bubbles foaming high in the oversized tub. She eased me into the warm water first, then joined, settling me between her legs, my back to her chest. Her cock, semi-hard, nestled against my ass, stirring as the heat soaked into our muscles.

Her hands wandered, cupping my breasts, soaping them thoroughly, fingers tweaking nipples until they ached. I leaned back, head on her shoulder, sighing as she kissed my neck. But relaxation turned heated when her hand dipped lower, fingers parting my folds under the water, stroking my clit lazily.

"Can’t get enough of you," she whispered, nipping my earlobe.

"No..."

I turned in her arms, straddling her, the water sloshing. Her cock hardened fully as I ground against it, pussy sliding along the length. Tina gripped my hips, guiding me down, impaling myself on her shaft.

The water buoyed us, making the entry smooth, her thickness filling me completely. I rode her slowly at first, water splashing with each rise and fall, bubbles clinging to our skin.

Tina’s hands roamed my back, then slapped my ass underwater, the sound muffled but the sting sharp. I increased pace, bouncing harder, pussy gripping her cock. She thrust up to meet me, water overflowing the tub. Her mouth captured a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing. Orgasm built from the friction, her cock hitting deep.

I came with a splash, walls pulsing, but Tina lifted me off, standing us both, water cascading. She pressed me against the tub’s edge, entering from behind again, fucking me over the rim. The porcelain dug into my stomach, but pleasure overrode discomfort. Her thrusts were powerful, cock slamming home, hand reaching to rub my clit.

We climaxed together, her cum mixing with bathwater. Dried off, she carried me back to the bedroom, laying me against the headboard once more. Lifting me as before, she fucked me suspended, the memory reigniting our fire. Night fell, but our explorations continued—against the headboard, in the bathroom, endless cycles of lift, thrust, release.

In the quiet moments, Tina’s tenderness emerged, kissing my feet, massaging my legs, but always leading back to penetration, her cock claiming me repeatedly. The luxurious space witnessed it all, our moans a symphony of uninhibited desire.

As stars dotted the sky, we finally slowed, curled together on the bed. Tina’s hand on my thigh, cock soft against me.

"You’re mine," she murmured. I smiled, content, knowing the headboard and bathroom held our secrets, etched in sweat and cum.

The cycle repeated into the night. Waking from a doze, Tina’s eyes gleamed. She pulled me to the headboard, lifting me high, cock driving in with fresh vigour. My screams echoed as she pounded, suspending me in bliss. Then to the bathroom, under the shower again, water pounding as she took me against the wall, lifting one leg high.

Each fuck was detailed in sensation— the stretch, the slap, the grind. Cum filled me, leaked out, only for her to plunge back in. Orgasms blurred, one into the next, my body a vessel for her desire. Gentle yet fierce, Tina’s love manifested in every thrust.

By dawn, we collapsed, spent. The headboard bore faint scratches, the bathroom tiles slick with our essence. In her arms, I drifted, sated in our erotic haven.