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sideways.  My tongue fluttered about her lips, while her delicious thigh pressed against my ear, and the shower water found its way down between us, sluicing in an erratic descent of zigs and zags.
    My tongue zigged and zagged, too.  I wanted to be patient, and tease Donna's pussy, but I couldn't.  The overwhelming urge to taste Donna was too much to resist.  I compromised and flitted my tongue around her warm lips and then between them.  The shower water bounded off her flat, pale stomach and struck my eyes before pooling around my nose, which was pressed against her pubis.  I shut my eyes against the falling water and viewed the world through my tongue, buried deep inside Donna.  In the dark, Donna’s pussy was my world.
    My palms ran along her smooth legs and tight butt, while her hands drove my face into her loins.  I could feel her pleasure rising.  Her lips swelled with blood, much like mine had only moments before as I touched myself.  Her sweet nectar started to gather inside, like the dew in morning flower petals, and I lapped it up delicately.  I opened my eyes and peered up at Donna’s face.  Through the cascading water I could see her smiling down at me.  I tried to smile with my eyes, to convey to her how happy I was, while my mouth kept pleasing her.
    Donna's glutes tensed up, and her legs went very still.  Her sweet delta crashed into my face with visceral violence.  I was so excited my hips trembled.  My tongue stretched and stroked inside Donna.  I could feel her convulse.
    Donna pressed her weight down on my face, and my neck bent backward.  Shower water coursed over us.  She pressed me down onto the stall floor, and, braving the cascading water, I dared a look up at her once more.  Donna's mouth was open slightly and her eyes were closed.  Her hips pressed down on my face as if she thought she could make my tongue dig deeper.  Donna’s arms were pressed against the stall walls, and I grabbed hold of her hips, pulling myself as tightly up into her as I could.  Her arms were taut with tension—streamlined, feminine muscles bulging—and mine sang like a wire in the wind while we merged in a duet of pent-up fire.
    Her orgasm arrived full-force.  My head bashed against the tiles.  Donna rode the wave.  Droplets of water flew off her body, dripping down from the tips of her nipples, and coursed over my cheeks.  My knees were bent backwards, and my torso was pinned by Donna's powerful thighs.  She looked like a goddess up there, riding high on my face.  I was her boogie board.  I loved watching her as she used me to gain her sweet release.  Donna was a goddess.
    Wow, did I love her then.  I’d eat out her asshole if she asked, no, commanded. I’d do it, in a heartbeat.
    Satisfied, Donna reached down and slapped my face playfully.  "Finish up, bitch.  We have a lot to do."
    Donna stepped out of the shower stall and grabbed a towel.  Even while doing as mundane a task as drying herself off, Donna was stunning.  Her body was a smooth study in graceful curves, and her every movement was poised and decisive.  She didn't look at me again after slapping me in the face.  It was like she was done with me, and had gotten what she came for, which made me want her all the more.  When Donna left the bathroom, I almost called out her name.
    I wanted to lie on the shower floor and just play with myself, thinking about her, but I didn't.  Donna would be mad if I took too long.  I quickly finished up my shower and dried myself off.  It was weird, having breasts to dry.  The undersides needed tending, and in between too.  I didn't spend much time drying between my legs—I was very sensitive there and feared falling into distraction.
    It didn't take a genius to figure out their plan.  Each of the bridesmaids was clearly going to use me sexually.  As a punishment, it didn't seem that bad.  It was definitely a course of action I could sign up for.  I deserved it, I guessed.
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