I keep thinking of you when I'm showering
when I'm slippery, soapy and wet.
If it weren't for the hot running waters
I would certainly work up sweat.
As I soap up my body, my hands running free
I half close my eyes and a vision I see,
of you there before me, pure lust in your eyes
and my poor cock can't help then but double its size.
I imagine your hair and your red pouting lips
and the curve of your breasts and the curve of your hips,
and you watch as I stoke at my poor throbbing prick
that is soapy and wet, and so hard and so thick.
Your soft hands stroke your breasts, then slowly move south
I would so love to slip my hot cock in your mouth.
Your wet thighs part gently, you play with your cunt
and I can not hold back as I cum with a grunt.
The waters then wash all my hot cum away
and then I can smile for the rest of the day.