As the couple approached her dorm, Priscilla unlocked her door with keys, and the two quickly hurried inside. Carlos shut the door behind him with a firm click before spinning around and grabbing Priscilla by the waist. She let out a soft gasp, surprised by his quickness, and then burst into laughter as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together in the soft glow of the room's lamps.

"Carlos!" she giggled, gently pushed him away lightly making him bump into her bed softly, "I'm covered in sand! I need a shower."

Priscilla playfully swatted his arm and wriggled out of his grasp. She laughed, backing toward the bathroom, "Or I'm going to get sand everywhere."

She slipped into the bathroom, turning on the light, "Give me like five minutes."

Carlos watched her go, an amused smile playing on his lips, but he didn't move from where he stood. Priscilla pulled off her cover shirt, revealing the deep blue bathing suit beneath, and just as she was about to reach for the faucet, Carlos sneaked up behind her.

"Carlos!" she squealed, spinning around as he rushed in and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He buried his face in her neck, laughing as he hugged her tightly. He leaned away from her neck and turned her around, placing his lips on his. Priscilla smiled against his lips and kissed him back. She leaned back and laughed, leaning her forehead on his shoulder.

Behind her back, Carlos reached for the faucet of the shower and turned it on, the cold water immediately soaking them making Priscilla yelp in shock, she turned around in his arms and tried to get out from under the shower head but Carlos held her waist tightly, making her stay in place under the cold water. "Oh my god." She breathed out. She closed her eyes to not let the water in her eyes.

She slowly turned back around to face him, her hand finding its place on the back of his neck. She brought him back down to her lips. She kissed him passionately under the rain. Carlos gladly kissed her back, holding the sides of her face with both of his hands.

His hand moved down to the waistband of her shorts, slightly tugging them down. He leaned away from the kiss slightly and looked down. "Let's get these off." He said making Priscilla let out a slight chuckle. She held onto the wall of the shower as Carlos was struggling to pull down the pants. She watched him kneel down to his knees as he continued to try to tug down her soaked shorts. Priscilla laughed as she watched him struggle. "We're getting somewhere."

He finally managed to pull them down her legs, Priscilla stepped out of the pants and Carlos threw them in a corner of the shower. He slowly pulled down her bikini bottoms next and threw them with the shorts. Carlos stood back up and kissed her again, he turned them around moving her away from the wall.

Priscilla's fingers found the hem of his soaked shirt and leaned away from the kiss and pulled up the shirt over his head and threw it where the rest of the clothes were. Then the same with his pants. Carlos' lips found their way to Priscilla's neck, placing open-mouthed kisses as he reached the hem of her shirt and pulled it off of her and then her bikini top, throwing them with the rest of their soaked clothes. Both of their lips found their way back to each other. They kissed each other deeply, his hands on her waist and hers on each side of his neck. Carlos' hands roamed her back, wanting her closer to him than what she already was.

He leaned away from the kiss and looked over to the side and grabbed the body wash. He popped it open and expected it to pour on his palm but the whole lid came off making the whole body wash spill out. Carlos laughed and flipped the body upwards to make it spill but he changed his mind and poured the body wash on both of their bodies. When the bottle was finished, he threw it behind him.

Priscilla wrapped her arms around his neck and Carlos rubbed the body wash on her back. The two began to kiss once again, under the running water as they spread the wash over their bodies. He turned around, his back against her chest. Priscilla washed the soap off his body, she got on her toes and kissed him over his shoulder. He moved her in front of him as he leaned back against the wall of the shower. He began to kiss and nip on her neck again as his hand trailed down.

Priscilla let out a quiet moan as his hand squeezed one of her breasts, leaning her head back into his shoulder. She looked at him and brought his lips back to hers. She turned around as she continued to kiss him passionately. She moved her lips down to his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his wet skin as she continued to travel down, leaving a few marks, Carlos let out a few small, quiet groans and hums as she did

Priscilla soon kneeled down on her knees, her gaze completely on him as she got down on her knees in front of him. She broke eye contact with him and looked down. Carlos tilted his head back to the wall, wiping the water from his face.

Priscilla placed her hands on his thighs, feeling his muscles harden at her touch. She smiles up at him, watching him intently as she wraps your fingers around his dick, pulling it closer to her lips. His dark eyes flick between her face and her hand as she begins slowly stroking him. Every little noise slipping past his lips is like music to her ears.

She pumped him a couple more times before pulling it into her mouth. She looked up at him from underneath her lashes. She swirls her tongue around his cock as she begins to bob her head, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

In a few, she took his dick out of her mouth, and he whined at the action. But she ignored it, you went to kiss his shaft, licking the veins that were there.

Priscilla kissed at his hip, nipping his hip bones where they pressed to his skin, and a babbling mess of her name was all she got as he panted, flushed skin rising and falling.
Her hand took over, pumping his spit-slick shaft slowly, dragging up until his hips were following her hand with a pathetic groan. He finally had enough, enough of your teasing as you caught your breath, his head tipping back forward against his shoulders and blissed-out eyes narrowing on you.

She let out a small chuckle and went back to suck on his dick, she tried her best to deep-throat his whole dick and had to stroke whatever wouldn't fit in her mouth. Priscilla kept gagging, spit running down her chin. He breathed out, his fingers finding their way to the back of your hair, trying to push himself further into you.

Smiling as best she could with every inch of his cock slipping into her mouth, his hand tightening in her hair, pulling back just enough to let her take a breath before his hips were bucking again. This time, as he sank back into her mouth, her lips tightened around him, sucking suddenly, and his broken moan bounced off the walls of her bathroom.
Again, and again, he was pushing her further, until she was comfortably taking him deep into her throat, tears lining her eyes, threatening to spill over her cheeks in a way she knew he loved to see.

"Fuck, you're so good down for me,"

Tracing her tongue around the head of his cock, she took control, sinking down against him and dragging her tongue along his cock, feeling the throb of that prominent vein. Priscilla moaned against him, and his body tensed at the feeling, making her pull back, just enough to have him gasping as the pleasure was ripped away. Carlos pants as he looks down at her.

"Tongue out for me, pretty girl."

Priscilla's stomach flipped at his words, at the gravel in his tone, the way he yanked her hair back to control her as she opened her mouth, tongue falling out as he'd asked.

His cocky smile grew as she grinned back at him. Guiding his cock back to her mouth, he let the weight of it sit on her tongue, rubbing softly, pre-cum leaking and the taste of him made her thighs clench together.

He didn't miss the action, not at all, his hips thrusting lazily in and out of her mouth as he gave her a nod. Sealing her lips back around him, she moved enthusiastically once again, bobbing up and down along his cock, wringing every bit of pleasure from him that she possibly could.

Priscilla quickly noticed how his breathing began to get labored, and his buckling was out of rhythm. She closed her eyes to concentrate, holding onto his thighs. She peeks up at him watching his plump lips fall open with a gasp as his hot seed coats the back of her throat, "Shit Pris... I'm so so sorry." He moaned out, she couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not, "I didn't mean to come just yet. I-I didn't mean to just come in your mouth without warning."

She pulled back, catching anything she wasn't able to swallow with her finger. "Carlos it's okay really. No big deal." She told him softly, she placed her finger in her mouth and sucked it off. Carlos widened his eyes at her action. Priscilla stood back up on her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him back to her. His response was immediate. He captured her lips in a deep kiss, his hands roaming over her wet skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She pressed closer to him, feeling the heat between them grow.

Carlos' hands found her hips, pulling her flush against him. Priscilla could feel his arousal, hard against her thigh. The sensation sent a shiver of excitement through her, and she moaned into his mouth, her own desire pooling low in her stomach.

"Let me take care of you this time," he murmured against her lips.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as his lips continued their journey, moving lower. He paused briefly at her breasts, taking a moment to tease her nipples with his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips.

"Please," she breathed, her fingers threading through his wet hair, urging him on.

Carlos sank to his knees, kneeling in front of her this time. He glanced up at her, the water trickling gently down his face. "I've got you, baby," he murmured.

When his lips finally reached her inner thighs, he took his time, kissing and nipping gently, making her squirm with need. Carlos felt his knees bruising against the shower floor, but he didn't care. All that mattered was her.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as she let out a desperate moan, her hips lifting slightly in a silent plea.

Carlos' hands slid under her thighs, holding her in place as he settled between her legs.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath warm against her most sensitive skin.

Before Priscilla could respond, Carlos' lips were on her, his tongue exploring her clit with slow, deliberate strokes that sent shivers down her spine. The sensation was electrifying, each touch igniting waves of pleasure that coursed through her body.

She couldn't hold the moans that escaped her lips, her fingers tightening their grip on his hair, pulling him closer.

Carlos' tongue moved with expert precision, finding every sensitive spot that made her gasp and writhe. He skillfully alternated between slow, languid licks and quick, intense flicks that sent jolts of pleasure through her. Her hips began to move in rhythm with his mouth, seeking more of the delicious sensations he was creating.

Priscilla whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of rushing water.

Carlos' gaze lifted to meet hers, a glint of determination in his eyes as he understood her unspoken plea. Without hesitation, he shifted his focus, his lips closing around her clit in a firm yet gentle embrace.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as Carlos began to suckle and tease, his movements synchronized with the rhythm of his tongue. Her fingers tightened in his hair, earning a deep moan from him.

His hand left her thigh and deftly found its way to her entrance. His fingers teased the sensitive skin there, circling slowly before gently pushing inside. The feeling of fullness felt intoxicating, making Priscilla arch her back from the shower wall and cry out.

His fingers moved in a rhythm that matched the movements of his tongue, each thrust and curl inside her amplifying the sensations and pushing her closer to the edge.

"Carlos, please..." Priscilla begged softly.

"I know, sweet girl, I know," he said as he rose from his knees.

Carlos' lips crashed against hers once more, her taste still lingering on his tongue. His hands lifted her slightly so that he could position himself at her entrance. Priscilla wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping as she felt him begin to push inside her.

The sensation of him filling her was almost overwhelming, the pleasure intense as he slowly buried himself to the hilt. Carlos groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he paused for a moment, giving both of them a chance to adjust.

"God, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Priscilla moaned in response, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to pull him even closer.

Slowly, Carlos began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through her body. The sound of the water hitting the floor mixed with her gasps and moans, creating a symphony of desire that echoed off the tiled walls.

Carlos' pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent as the need to bring them both to the edge took over. She clung to him, her body arching in response to each thrust. The steam-filled bathroom seemed to shrink around her, the world outside disappearing as they lost themselves in each other.

"Carlos," Priscilla gasped, her voice breaking with the intensity of her pleasure. "I'm close."

"Me too," he replied, his breath hot against her ear.
"Come with me, baby."

With a deliberate move, he shifted his hand, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing in circles. With a final, deep thrust, Carlos sent her over the edge, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. Priscilla cried out his name, her body convulsing with pleasure as he followed her into ecstasy, his own release filling her completely.

For a moment, the two of them just held each other, the only sound in the room, was the gentle patter of the shower and their ragged breaths. Slowly, Carlos lowered Priscilla back to the floor, his arms still wrapped around her as both of them tried to catch their breath.

Right as Priscilla caught her breath, she suddenly let out a shriek as the water from the shower head out of nowhere turned icy cold. She fled out from under the water to the furthest wall of the shower. Carlos laughed at her reaction as he tried to reach for the faucet to turn it off. "Seems like we used all of the hot water"

Priscilla scrambled out of the shower and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. She watched as Carlos got out after her and grabbed the other towel that was hanging and wrapped it around his waist. She walked over to the foggy mirror and wiped it and watched Carlos right as he ran his fingers through his wet hair. She slightly bit her lip, she turned around to face him, leaning back against the bathroom counter. "Are you staying in tonight?" She softly asked him, leaning on her hand behind her

Carlos simply shook his head no. Priscilla watched as water droplets from his hair fell down his face to his chest. She pouted playfully. "What a shame." She murmured softly as she slowly walked over to him, wrapping her arms behind his neck, and looked up at him.

Carlos groaned and chuckled as he rolled his eyes looking over to the side. He looked back at her, seeing her small but cheeky smile. "You know I can't resist you." He muttered, making her chuckle. She scrunched her nose at him. "I know." She replied quietly. Carlos flashed her a tiny smile and leaned down, pressing his lips onto hers. He grabbed her waist and picked her up out of her blue, wrapping her legs around his waist, and walked back into her room, Priscilla let out giggled as he did