Next morning, Gar woke up alone.  His head bobbed up, puzzled and worried; this was her room after all.

But then he heard the shower running, and Tara singing to herself.  He smiled and got up, and prowled into the shower.

"Hey bebe," he said.

"Hey boy-toy," she called back.  "Come on in, plenty of hot water left."

He did.  She grinned, still half covered in soap herself, and of course, totally drenched.  She soaped up her left hand, and gave him a hand job to clean the night's fun off of his manhood.  He smiled at her, some honest affection creeping in alongside the lust.

Once his manhood was clean she lay down in the tub and spread her legs; he dropped to his knees and once again sank inside her cunt.  "Ahhhhhhhhh," he groaned.

"Welcome home, honey," she purred as he began to fuck her once more.

Down and in, down and in.  In, in, in.  Hard and fast.  She wrapped her legs around him once more, squeezing like a vice, raking her nails down his back hard enough to draw blood. 

"Yes Gar, fuck me damnit," she gasped.

"Taraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," he growled.

He had her, just as she wanted him to, and it was good.

The hot water beat down on them as he drove himself into her, over and over and over.

Finally, finally, he came in her again.  Her own orgasm came seconds later, and she shuddered under him.

Then finally, somewhat reluctantly, they got up and washed properly.

As the hot water began to run out, he embraced her.  "I dunno how we'll get through the day without getting it on," he sighed.

She chuckled.  "Same way Dick and Kory do.  We'll manage.  Plenty of time to do the nasty tonight."

"Tara, you define nasty."

She winked.  "Thanks, I know."

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