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maintain the position for a while now, but it was doubtlessly awkward. That wouldn’t do. She couldn’t have him waning now. Trixie grabbed the top of the shower wall and hauled herself up. Erik, seeing what she was doing, stood up until her arms rested on top, suspending her own weight. She stretched back with her legs and wrapped them around his sides, gripping him between her thighs. Erik immediately grabbed her knees to offer support. It wasn’t an easy position to maintain, but nothing worth doing ever was. At least Trixie had flexibility and core strength to make it possible these days.
    “Gods Trixie, you’re so amazing.”
    Erik seemed to unhinge. She had him and he had her, exactly where they wanted each other. Trixie braced herself as his powerful thrusts drove more easily up her mound. She gripped the top of the shower wall, bracing against the onslaught of his lust. Her breasts smacked against the wall, adding to the symphony of their carnal delight.
    “Take me you hairy brute. Fuck me like the slut I am with your glorious cock.”
    That did it. Erik was gone, grunting and snorting in his own prehistoric reverie. He couldn’t hear anything she said after that, completely lost inside her. Trixie could feel her own detonation building. It began as a tiny spark in the depths of her cave, igniting the fuse that would set her off. The heat of that burning cord traveled outwards in all direction at once, immolating everything in its path, raising the temperature across her skin. Trixie would ride that feeling until her mind went blank. Erik was either going to falter after she exploded or release like Cy did. This was a trial by fire. She hoped he would catch her as she fell.
    “Will the slut be much longer?” a female voice asked.
    No sooner had fuse been lit, than it was extinguished.
    Trixie looked up over the wall. A tall blonde woman stood in the doorway dressed in a nipply sports bra and spandex shorts. Her camel toe couldn’t have been more apparent if her shorts were painted on. She was cut, more than Trixie, with abdominal muscles that only hundreds of crunches every day could make possible. The women held a set of keys.
    Erik was too far gone to notice the arrival of this woman. He didn’t stop driving Trixie from behind and she didn’t have the heart to interrupt him.
    “Hard to say,” she said, shamelessly smiling, “The slut is kind of busy right now.”
    Trixie thought about how ridiculous she must look, bobbing up and down above the shower wall as Erik pounded against her ass. She kind of loved his horny abandon right now.
    “Does the owner know you’re taking advantage of his facilities?” the woman asked tersely.
    Erik chose that moment to swell and release. Trixie gasped loudly as her nethers had to accommodate him, widening beyond any previous stretching. She opened one eye, wincing, and held up a single finger to the woman, begging a moment. The gesture seemed to incense the woman further.
    “Am I bothering you?” she said.
    “Do you have to ask?” Trixie snapped back.
    “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do,” the woman rudely pursued.
    Trixie grabbed the shower wall more firmly as Erik discharged in one torrential outpouring of come. She couldn’t breath until it stopped, but even as he slowed, Erik continued spurting mammoth pulses of jism. She could feel the back flow escaping out her slit and splattering onto her back with each concussive thrust.
    “Well the is owner kind of busy filling my snatch with spunk at the moment,” Trixie said contemptuously, ”so if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave.”
    Vanessa let out a gasp of indignation.
    “What did you think I was doing up here?”
    Trixie was denied her favorite orgasm. She had no problem letting this woman know exactly how frustrated that made her feel.
    “I… I’m sure I don’t…” the woman stammered.
    Erik stopped abruptly, seemingly in possession of his senses again.
    “Vanessa?”
    The blonde