A hot humid summer day has made me sweaty and hot. Working outside building up grime, testosterone pumping as I mow the lawn. By the time I get inside you're drawn to me like a magnet. "Please, before you get in the shower," you beg, anxious to get a taste of me before I wash it away. "All right, but make it quick," I consent, "but hurry up, I want to get in--"
Soon I am indeed inside, balls deep in your throat. My nutsack twitches and my shaft pulses, the fruit of my loins flooding onto your face. In the end we both get what we want, each of us receiving a well-deserved shower.