...doing it for her. She squeezed her thighs together, Ben couldn’t escape from her now. There was nowhere for him to go but deeper inside. The heat that was spreading from her core to her hips to her waist 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...