English / USA 
Português / Brasil 
6:33 INTIMATE SHOWER RITUAL I came home from church with goosebumps from the cold, but my body was hot with desire after hours of listening to the hymns at the Christian Congregation in Brazil, where I keep my faith, although my sinful side always wants more. There are days when taking a shower becomes a ritual – hot water running down my body, almond oil sliding over my curves, good music playing softly on my cell phone, all to take care of myself in this bone-chilling cold. I got into the shower, naked, feeling the steam rise as the oil glistened on my firm breasts and ran down my smooth pussy, waking up every little part of me. With the water hitting my face, I let my hand go down slowly, my fingers rubbing my clitoris while I imagined the hot pastor from the church, that dark-haired man with a firm voice and eyes that pierced me, fucking me with that monstrous staff that I could only dream of. My heart raced, the risk of someone coming into the house making me even wetter. I stuck two fingers in my pussy, thrusting deep, the moisture mixing with the oil, and I moaned softly, the sound muffled by the water. I grabbed my cell phone, which was in a dry corner, and recorded everything – the camera capturing my breasts bouncing, my hand diving into my honeyed pussy, the steam fogging the lens as I wiggled, lost in pleasure. The image of the pastor breaking me in the sacristy invaded my mind, and I sped up, my fingers hitting my soaked pussy, the oil running down my thighs. I came wildly, my legs shaking, my pussy throbbing on my fingers as a hot jet ran down, dripping onto the shower floor. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, my whole body shivering, feeling sin devour me from within. I stopped recording, the video showing every tremor, and put the phone away with a naughty smile. I stayed in the shower a little longer, letting the water wash away the oil and the arousal, while I listened to my husband's footsteps in the living room, oblivious to everything. The forbidden taste of that recorded ecstasy, with the pastor dancing in my fantasy, lit a flame that will burn me for days. #amateur
alexandreteixei Your delight