Though he breaks away from the kiss and pushes her back slightly, remembering why exactly he was here, “intruding” in on her in this fashion… He feels that she is already clenching around his fingers as he pushes them in and out, searching, for that ever so sweet of a spot, when at last she shudders and moans, manically crying out, “Please; don’t stop!” and he just chuckles darkly to himself and quickens the pace, plunging those two fingers into her again and again, harder, deeper. She let’s out a genuine shriek and presses her back up against the cold tile of the shower wall. She looks as though she wants to melt away into it, and escape the predicament she had gotten herself in. Then without warning he growls for her to, “Face the wall!” and she cries out as he doesn’t even give her a chance to comply, instead spinning her around himself and pressing the full weight of his chest into her back, keeping her still as she utters pathetic whines of protest and squirms her hips around, pushing her round ass up and out
