The bathroom part 5🔗 She soon felt that familiar feeling de..

The bathroom part 5🔗 She soon felt that familiar feeling deep inside, as if her pussy just jumped to another heightened gear of arousal and there could be no turning back. Knowing she was about to cum she looked back at him, begging "deeper...deeper." Closing her eyes and turning back around, she got up on her tiptoes and pushed back against him as well. Her knees buckled suddenly as the first wave of her explosive orgasm jolted through her and she cried out. He held her up with his arms and felt her pussy contract around his cock. He stopped thrusting now and watched as her body jerked and writhed as she pulled every last ounce out of her orgasm. She finally let out a deep breath and he backed away, his cock shiny with her cum.    Her towel had fallen off her head during all the thrashing, and she swept her damp hair off her face and collapsed backwards into him, his arms circling her as he gently massaged her swollen nipples. With his left hand he reached down and spread her lips, her creamy wetness coating his fingers as he spread them apart.     "Look at that wet, wet pussy..." he teased.     "Down Boy," she chided. "Hmmm...it appears your cock is still quite hard now isn't it? My turn now."  She spun around him and pushed him towards the sink. Reaching around his waist and grabbing his wet shaft, she begin to stroke it's length. She squeezed the tip of his cock, then back down to his balls, pulling on them a bit before sliding back up. Her left hand reached around from the other side, pulling and pinching his nipple as she breathed into his ear, causing goosebumps to pop up on his neck. He tilted his head back as her rhythmic stroking continued. She paused now and took her hand away, watching his cock in the mirror pulse and lift slightly to his heart beat, as if encouraging her to take hold again and continue.    She circled the base of his cock with her fingers in a tight cock ring-like hold, watching how dark red his shaft became as the blo*d in his shaft was now trapped. His cock was impossibly hard, and she began stroking faster now, urging him to cum for her.    "That's right baby, I'm going to jerk your hot load into the sink" she cooed, "But I want you to hold back as long as possible." He let out a deep moan now, and she felt his pelvic muscles contract as he strains to hold his orgasm back. She is relentless, pinching his nipple to distract him while continuing to stroke him furiously. Finally with one last gasp, the first stream of warm cum spurts out of his cock and onto her fingers. There's a pause as he battles the inevitable, but then a longer stream of his milky white fluid erupts suddenly into the sink, followed by three or four more as she continues to work his shaft until just a bubble of cum forms at the opening.  He leans over the sink, spent in more ways than one. She continues to massage his cock, squeezing out the last drops onto the sink counter. The liquid cum in the sink slowly pools near the drain at the bottom, before dripping in and disappearing. She licks the remaining cum off her hand and swallows it with a satisfied smile. He pulls her close for another sweaty embrace as they turn toward the mirror once again, their bodies clinging together, fully content. 🤍🤍🤍