“Fuck, no matter how many times I take you, your cunt is still so fucking tight. Let me work two fingers into you.”
She whimpered in need as the pressure grew in her stomach, but she knew not to say anything and just let him do what he wanted.
The empty feeling she got when he pulled out was like a punishment for her. She loved having him inside of her—no matter where it was.
He put some more soap on his hands and started washing the rest of her, taking a little longer at her breasts until they ached, and her nipples were red and hard.
She bit down on her lip as her head tilted back when he rose to his feet.
“Let’s get the conditioner out of your hair.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist as he thoroughly rinsed her.
“Wait,” she said and put her hand on his when he reached to turn off the water. “Can’t I wash you?”