Table lands a quick kiss on you. "Do you want me to beg, is that it?"
"Maybe it could help convince me," you say, supressing a laugh. You expect another bit of banter, but she instead lets go of you, takes a step back and gets on her knees.
"May I please have sex with you," she says in a fake begging tone. "My body is yours, my l- pfrrt, okay sorry-"
You snap your fingers. "Redo."
"Please, sir, if I don't have sex tonight, I will DIE. Is your heart so darkened it cannot show pity to someone such as I?"
"You really can't stop yourself from making scenarios in your head, can you?"
"Shut up, wait, I got it. Forgot to make my breast bigger, give me a second...heeere we go." She puts herself a few meters away from you, get on all four, and give you adoring eyes. "Please, I want you, all I can think about is your dick. I'm addicted, entranced, I can't sleep without dreaming of it, the smell, the shape, the strenght with which it corrupts me." She crawls closer to you, looking up at it. You're not sure how much of this is acting and how much of it is her genuine desire. "I worship it, I want to makeout with it, I'm honored to witness it in its full glory. My heart can't help but beat hard as if I was in love with it. Please, I know I don't deserve it, but if you could allow me to touch it, for even a second, I would do anything you desire, forever." She stands still, panting heavily as she keeps her head close, but not outright touching it.
You look away in embarassment. "...see, now maybe that's a little too much."
She drops the act immediatly. "Dude, fuck you, do you know how hard it is to say that stuff with a straight face?" She gets up and shoves you into the shower. Her clothes come off fast, she kisses you with about three tongues, with her hands scratching you here and there. There's hardly any space in the shower for any comfortable position, but Table is nothing if not flexible. She grabs your shoulders and wraps her legs around your waist, making you slip inside her with ease. With your back against the wall, she's doing most of the work here, humping like an animal. You did say you were tired, so you don't mind having to sit back and let her do it, even if you could do without your balls being hit every five seconds.
The tension rises up. You pay close attention to her body language so that you can tell when she's about to finish; her breathing, the fluids slowly seeping out of her skin, or even the amount of tongue she uses--you've started to notice a pattern. You see it approaching, and you deal the finishing blow. The same devious smile as before, you whisper into her ears 'I love you'. She's a little out of it, so you repeat it a few times until she starts to yelp like a dog.
She kisses you all over, repeating what you said as if it was a competition. 'I love you. I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou'. Her adoring eyes aren't an act anymore, they're as real as can be. Satisfied, you grip her and cum inside her, her entire body quivering as it struggle to keep itself together. She kisses you again, waiting until the heavenly feeling subsides before getting off of you. Her usual orgasm fluids dripping onto the shower floor.
"Y-Yeah, you know what?" Table tries to catch her breath. "I'm willing to beg for that. Totally worth it."
"Next time I'll be the one doing the begging, how does that sound?"
She smiles. "I'll take your word on that."