The water beat against my scrotal sac like waves as I thrust back and forth in her vagina. Francine gyrated in a sultry bump and grind routine, the water slapping around us. The entire room smelled of our arousal, the scent as pungent as perfume. Francine moved her head from side to side, gasps and shrieks constantly coming from between her lips. As my cock floated in it's watery coccoon, the pressure in my dick was increasing. There was no need to fight the feeling any longer. Nature had taken her course. Thick wads of semen started their ascent up my pole. Upon contact with her cunt, my come burned like fire. She let out a wild gasp as her eyes went slightly glazed and I noticed a deep sense of calm as the last of my juices entered her.