Bathroom ⇐ General

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I came across a topic and wanted to share a personal memory. Once fate brought us to Nizhny Novgorod for several years.
We had to live in a hostel. This is a transport stop on the outskirts of the city. Varya. The amenities were minimal, but we felt good. And when my parents took my daughter for the summer, we again experienced the bliss of sexual sensations. Sex in the bathhouse. Because we needed to wash somewhere, we visited the local bathhouse. The bathhouse of that time was some semblance of modern saunas. A separate room, a steam room and even a small swimming pool.
The originality of the sensations contributed to the activation of the hidden sexual resources inherent in us.
Surprisingly, in the bathhouse my husband practically did not have to waste time on foreplay and trying to excite both me and himself myself. Water and steam did everything for us, and of course the unusualness of the situation... As I noticed water affects us differently, I got turned on almost instantly and came quickly, strongly and repeatedly. And the man accompanying me, always afraid to cum prematurely from overstimulation, his orgasm was clearly delayed. And we almost always came at the same time.
We leave the steam room, I am a flushed, wet, relaxed woman, loose, wet, floor-length hair……. Mysterious, malleable and desirable. I lie down on the creaky trestle bed, spread my legs invitingly, my womb is shamelessly wide open... And he is huge, tense, ready to spew out a fountain of delight, bursts into him......
No need to hide emotions, hold back..... Explosion, I'm all covered in his juice, a groan, almost a cry escapes my lips!!!!
How pleasant it is to feel his mighty one, who has just rammed my flesh, and wants to continue this again and again....
We get up. Shower, swimming pool, steam room and again a trestle bed…….
These days are still remembered as a gift of fate, the mood improved and the charge of vivacity received in these moments made it possible to easily overcome all the inconveniences….