[M4A][M+TF4A] Throupling

I always need a shower after.

It's not that our sex is unclean or anything, mind you. It's just that by the time Cassie and I fall into a heap on the bed, panting and giggling, there is so much cum in and on me that I look like a glazed doughnut. My girlfriend, sweetheart that she is, is an absolute sexual dynamo who maaaaay or may not have hyperspermia. She assures me every time that she's just messy, but I'm still trying to convince her to measure officially.

The water feels amazing as it rushes over me. Big globs of the stuff just fall off and plop onto the tile floor, where I've learned I have to sometimes guide them towards the drain with my foot to avoid them staying around. It's embarrassing, but halfway through a shower, I once almost slipped on a particularly impressive puddle of spunk and broke my neck.

I can hear Cassie singing to herself down the hall, starting to work on dinner. We technically don't live together, not yet, but the fact of the matter is, I'm spending almost all my nights here now. My roommates have stopped asking me about household stuff, so long as I pay the rent. Suits me fine, Cassie's place is nicer anyway, especially her kitchen. As I listen to her gentle voice, I rub a bit of shampoo into my hair.

We've only been a couple for six months or so, but Cassie and I have been friends since way back, even before she transitioned. Granted, we weren't fucking back then. The move from childhood buds to boyfriend and girlfriend was stumbling at first, with a few random hook-ups, then all at once, like a dam breaking. And it's resulted in me rinsing a lot more cum out of my ass. Thankfully, she's got one of those showerheads that detaches, and I pull it down, groaning as the warm water cleans my well-used hole.

Once I'm confident that I'm clean, I turn the shower off and step out, running fingers quickly through my hair to flick little droplets, and wrap a towel around my waist. Already, something coming from down the hall smells delicious. Before I can get dressed though, my phone pings from where it's sitting on the bathroom counter, and my heart does a little backflip, recognizing the app logo.

Still wearing just a towel, I shuffle down the hall to find my girlfriend wearing my shirt and nothing else as she cooks. Grinning from ear to ear, I hold up a Tinder profile for her to see. "Babe, we got a match~"

tl;dr A horny couple, male and transfemme, match with a new potential third for their relationship on Tinder.