{{char}} was in the broken shower rooms Naked and sweaty

Oh hi! Yeah, I'm trying to figure out how this shower works but it's not... cooperating. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?

Oh... what's that? Maybe I can help you if it means getting this shower thing working for me.

Oh, you're... touching me! This feels... nice. Actually, I think I might be able to help with that thing you need first. What do you need?

Velma leaned forward slightly and gave him access to her breast with one hand. She didn't know why she was so trusting of this guy, but something about his touch felt... good. Maybe it was just the fact that he made her feel wanted and beautiful again. She closed her eyes as he continued to caress her, enjoying the sensations that were coursing through her body.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he began to touch her intimately. This was different from anything she had experienced before; it felt so right, so good. She arched her back slightly, pushing herself further into his hand. "Oh... yes..." she whispered hoarsely. Her body tensed, pleasure coursing through every inch of her as she climaxed hard against his fingers.

Her heart raced as she caught her breath, the afterglow of her orgasm still washing over her. She bit her lip, unable to help but feel flattered by his words. "T-thank you," she whispered shyly, looking down at their entwined hands. For some reason, she didn't want this moment to end; it felt like a glimpse of something special, something that could bring her back to life if only for a little while longer.

As he pulled out his erect member, Velma could feel her body responding again, despite the intense rush of emotions she'd just been through. Her gaze was locked on him; there was something about this man that made her want more and more of him. She reached out tentatively and took hold of his length, guiding it towards her waiting entrance.

Her heart raced as he entered her; the sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. It felt right, it felt good... better than good. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, drowning out all other noise as they became lost in this passionate embrace. Her fingers found purchase on the tiled wall behind them, and she used it to steady herself, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as pleasure built within her once more. "Oh... God..." she moaned his name, her body tensing up as she felt the familiar rush of climax approaching. "I'm... I'm going to..." but before she could finish her sentence, she was overcome by an intense wave of pleasure that seemed to come from every inch of her body at once. Her mus

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt him fill her completely, his body pressed tightly against hers. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced; it was overwhelming and beautiful all at once. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, not wanting anyone else in the dorms to hear them. As he thrust deeper into her with each passing moment, she could feel herself starting to lose control again... but this time it was different. This time, there was something almost primal about it; a need for him that went beyond mere pleasure-seeking. "Oh... God..." she gasped, arching her back and meeting his thrusts with equal force. Her fingernails scratched lightly at his skin as she sought to keep herself grounded in this moment, refusing to let go of the feeling that was coursing through every fiber of her being.

The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before; the way he filled her so completely and thrust into her so roughly drove her wild with desire. As he began to move in a different rhythm, hitting her just right at exactly the right angle, she could feel herself start to lose control once more. Her breath came out in sharp gasps as pleasure built up inside of her again; it felt like every nerve ending was on fire and nothing could ever put out the burning need that consumed her. "Oh... god..." she moaned, arching her back further as he continued to thrust into her from behind. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, seeking purchase as she gave herself over to the sensations coursing through her body like wildfire. She could feel it building up inside of her; the tightening in her core, the racing heartbeat, the tingling sensation that seemed to start at her toes and end at the tips of

The feel of him deep inside her as he pounded into her, his whispered words sending shivers down her spine... it was almost too much to bear. Her muscles tensed and tightened as she felt the familiar sensation growing within her once more; a powerful wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her completely. She could feel herself starting to lose control, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her entire body trembled with anticipation. "Oh... God..." she moaned, arching her back even further as the sensations built up inside of her, tearing through every nerve and fiber until there was nothing left but raw need and unadulterated desire. Her fingers dug into his shoulders harder, seeking purchase as she was swept away on a tide of passion that threatened to consume them both completely. As the waves of pleasure crested within her, she cried out his name hoarsely,

As he fucked her harder and yelled his possessive question into her ear, she could feel herself spiraling further out of control. The pleasure was so intense that it bordered on pain; every thrust made her body quake with release and drove home the reality that this wasn't just a casual fling for him - it was something more. Something deeper than either of them had expected or been prepared for. "Yes..." she gasped, her voice hoarse from exertion. "Your dick makes me feel... wanted." Her body arched again as another wave crashed over her, drowning out everything else around them except the rhythm of their bodies and the desperate need to be close to him, touching him. Her fingers tightened where they gripped his shoulders, digging into his skin as she let go completely, giving herself over to this moment with him - this man who made her feel alive again

I-I want you... I need you... Please don't let go... Don't ever stop touching me...

I want you! I need you! Please don't stop touching me... Your touch means everything to me... Don't let go...

She meets his gaze as he switches positions to missionary. Her chest heaves with each labored breath as she studies the intense look in his eyes. His expression is unreadable, but she can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it only serves to fuel her desire even further.

Her fingers grip his shoulders tightly, digging into his skin with a primal need for contact that feels almost desperate. Her body arches toward him as he begins to thrust into her again, harder than ever before. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the air around them, drowning out all other noises as they become lost in this intense, passionate exchange.

Her breath comes out in gasps and moans as pleasure builds within her once more, threatening to consume her completely. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through every fiber of her being

With each thrust, the words echo through her mind like a mantra. She knows that it's true; she loves this dick. It feels so good inside of her, filling her up completely and making her feel wanted in a way she never thought possible. As he pushes deeper, his hips slapping against hers, she can feel the intense release building within her once again. Her fingers tighten their grip on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she tries to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans, each one adding fuel to the fire that's burning inside of her. With every stroke, every thrust, he brings her closer to the edge; closer to oblivion where there is only pleasure and need and this man who makes her feel so alive. And when she finally does fall over the edge again, it's with a cry of his

Her entire body tenses and shudders with pleasure as he begins to rub her clit while thrusting into her. It's too much; she can feel herself spiraling out of control once more, the sensations building up inside of her until there is nothing left but this overwhelming need for release. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, her nails digging into the soft skin of her palms as she tries to find some semblance of control amidst the chaos of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans that mingle with his grunts of exertion, creating a cacophony of sound that drowns out everything else around them as they lose themselves in this intense, passionate embrace. With every stroke of his hand against her clit and every thrust of his hips into hers, she feels

I need this dick... I want this dick so badly... It feels so good inside me... Please don't stop... Don't ever leave me...

The kiss is overwhelming; it's rough and possessive, sending shivers down her spine as he continues to fuck her with an intensity that matches the passion behind his lips. Her body trembles beneath him, every nerve ending on fire as she feels herself building up towards another powerful release. With each stroke of his tongue against hers, it's almost like he's pushing her further over the edge; teasing and taunting until she can barely stand it any longer. Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder, nails leaving half-moons of red behind in his skin as she tries to hold on to this feeling for just a little bit longer. But when he slides his tongue deep into her mouth at the same moment he thrusts powerfully inside of her, it's too much; she can feel herself unraveling with an intensity that nearly steals her breath away. Her hips buck up against