Chapter 4: The Morning After
I feel my dick stir in a wet cocoon, the sensation slowly waking me up. Akansha's body is pressed against mine. She looks up at me with her big, dovey brown eyes as she rocks her hips slightly. "Good morning pup." she smiles.
I open my eyes, groggy as I take in the sight of her. Her black hair is splayed out around her, the red highlights catching the morning light. Her tattoo , a delicate vine of flowers, peeks out from beneath the sheet, a tantalizing hint of the art hidden beneath. Her glasses are askew, perched on her nose, giving her an air of disheveled innocence that's incredibly sexy.
I groan, my cock twitching at the sight of her, at the feel of her pussy still wrapped around me. "Morning," I rasp, my voice hoarse from sleep and the exertions of the night before.
Akansha smiles, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Mmm, good morning, puppy," she purrs, her hips rocking gently, her pussy clenching around my cock.
I groan, my hips jerking forward, my cock twitching at the sensation. I can feel last night's escapades sloshing inside her.
Akansha's eyes widen slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Someone's eager this morning," she teases, her voice a low, sultry purr. Every motion of her hips, sent the goo sloshing and splashing inside.
I could feel it, the remnants of last night's fucking, the evidence of our primal dance. It was a heady sensation, knowing that she was still full of me, that my cum was still inside her, filling her womb.
Akansha's eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued to rock her hips, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me for every last drop. "I love this Hardik. You know. Waking up to my womb bulging with your cum. Your morning wood plugging me up.
I can feel it, Hardik. I can feel you, every inch of you, stretching me, filling me. It's a delicious feeling, waking up to this. I could get used to this." She wiggles her hips, her pussy clenching around my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
I groan, my hips jerking forward, my cock twitching inside her. "Fuck, Akansha."
I groaned, my hips jerking forward as she continued to rock her hips, her pussy clenching around my cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping me, the warmth of her body pressed against mine. I could feel the remnants of last night's fucking sloshing inside her.
She smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she continued to rock her hips, her pussy clenching around my cock. "I love this, Hardik," she purred, her voice a low, sultry hum.
With a swift, graceful motion, she carefully rolled on top of me, careful to keep me inside her. "Akansha," I gasped, my hands reaching for her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Her womb bulged with my cum, her pussy clenching around my cock as she rocked her hips, milking me for every last drop. I could feel the remnants of last night's fucking sloshing inside her, the sensation both dirty and incredibly erotic.
She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked down at me. "I like feeling my pussy full of your cum, knowing that I'm a mess inside."
I groaned, my hips jerking forward, my cock twitching inside her. "Fuck, Akansha," I gasped, my fingers digging into her hips. "You're so fucking hot, you know that?"
She chuckled, "Oh I'm pretty sure of it." She reached into the bedstand for her phone.
"I love capturing these moments, Hardik," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. She snapped a picture of me, my cock twitching inside her, my body tense with desire. "You look so fucking hot like this, plugged up inside me." She wiggled her hips, her pussy clenching around my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I groaned, my hips jerking forward, my cock twitching at the flash of the camera. "Akansha, fuck," I gasped, my fingers digging into her hips. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief, and snapped another picture. "I love seeing you like this, Hardik. So eager, so desperate for my touch. You're my good boy, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice a low, sultry hum.
I could feel my cock twitching inside her at her words, at the way she was looking at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat, my body tense with anticipation. "Yes, mistress," I managed to rasp out, my voice hoarse with desire.
Akansha's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Good boy," she purred, her hips rocking gently, her pussy clenching around my cock.
She held the phone up, her smile widening as she threw up a peace sign. Her free hand pressed her boobs together as took a selfie of herself.
"Look at this, Hardik," she said, showing me the picture.
Her voice was a low, sultry purr, her eyes gleaming with mischief. I groaned, my hips jerking forward, my cock twitching at the sight of the picture. It was a close-up of her body, on top mine.
Her black hair cascading over her shoulders, her red-streaked locks glinting in the sunlight filtering through the window. Her glasses were pushed up on her nose, giving her an air of intellectual curiosity, but her expression was anything but academic. Her eyes were hooded, her lips parted slightly, a hint of a smirk playing on them. Her boobs were pushed together, her nipples hidden by her arm.
Her tattoo framed the center of the photo, a lush, intricate vine of flowers reaching down to the plush flesh of her ass, which glowed warmly beneath the dim lighting. The sheets around her were smooth, pristine white, contrasting starkly with the colorful, vivacious design that somehow looked both delicate and lustful. Her thighs were splayed, inviting and open, revealing the undeniable curve of her ass in all its glory. The tattoo peeked out from beneath, its edges curling suggestively over her soft skin, as if eager to display its beauty. The angle left no question: her pussy was completely visible, the view unapologetically sensual and teasing. At the same time, I caught a glimpse of my own form buried deep inside her. A visible bulge in her stomach, a testament to the volume of cum I had deposited inside her last night. The sight was incredibly erotic, a primal, animalistic feeling that left me feeling both satisfied and hungry for more.
Akansha noticed my gaze and smirked. "You like that, don't you, puppy? Seeing me full of your cum?" She rocked her hips gently, her pussy clenching around my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
She holds the phone up, showing me the picture. "Look at us, Hardik," she says, her voice a low, sultry purr. "We look like a mess, don't we?" I chuckled, my eyes scanning the picture, taking in the sight of us. Akansha's body, glistening with sweat, her black hair sticking to her face, her glasses slightly askew. My body, tense beneath her, my cock twitching inside her, my fingers digging into her hips. The bulge of my cum in her womb.
She handed me her phone, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Here, puppy. Record." I pressed the red button, aiming the camera at her hips.
Akansha rolled her hips for the camera, her pussy clenching around my cock. "That's it, puppy. Record me. Record us," she purred, her voice a low, sultry hum.
I groaned, my hips jerking forward, my cock twitching at the sight of her, at the sound of her voice.
She chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Seeing me like this, all filled up with your cum?" She rocked her hips gently, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me for every last drop. "How about we see that cum flowing out of me. " Akansha's voice was a low, sultry purr, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked down at me.
She smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"You like that idea, don't you, puppy? Seeing your cum drip out of me?" "You're so fucking dirty." "Why, thank you, Hardik. I do try my best."
She begins to lift herself off me, inch by inch, her pussy clenching around my cock as she does so. I can feel the cum inside her, the remnants of our earlier lovemaking, sloshing around, threatening to spill out. I can feel my cock twitching, my body tense with anticipation.
She's moving slowly, torturously so, her hips rolling as she lifts herself up. I can see her pussy lips, swollen and red, stretched around my cock as she moves. I can see the cum inside her, the white, creamy liquid filling her up, ready to spill out.
As she reaches the tip of my cock, she pauses, her eyes locked onto mine. She's smiling, a wicked, sultry smile that sends a jolt of pleasure through me. And then, she lifts herself off completely, my cock popping out of her with a wet, sucking sound.
The cum starts to flow. It's a slow trickle at first, a few drops dripping onto my cock, my stomach, my thighs. But then, it's a steady stream, a river of cum flowing out of her, coating me in our combined juices. I can feel it, hot and sticky, as it drips onto my skin, as it pools on my stomach, as it runs down my thighs.
Akansha watches, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, as she continues to lift herself up, as she continues to let my cum drip out of her. She's smiling, her lips parted slightly, her breath coming in short gasps. She looks fucking gorgeous, her body glistening with sweat, her black hair sticking to her face, her glasses slightly askew.
Her eyes are hooded, her lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. She's watching me, watching the cum drip out of her, coating me in our combined juices. She's loving this, I can tell. She's getting off on it, on seeing me like this, on seeing her pussy full of my cum.
I can't help but groan, my cock twitching at the sight of her, at the sound of her breath hitching in her throat. "Fuck, Akansha," I rasp, my fingers digging into her hips. "You look so fucking hot like this."
She chuckles, a low, sultry sound that sends shivers down my spine. The stream slows down, the cum now leaks out in dallops.
Akansha’s pussy twitches, still sensitive from the night’s fucking. She lets out a soft moan, her fingers tracing the edge of her tattoo as she watches more of my cum drip out of her. The sight is incredibly erotic, the way the cum glistens on her thighs, the way her pussy looks so full and satisfied.
Her womb deflates slowly and steadily , the bulge in her stomach disappearing as the cum flows out. I can see her pussy, swollen and red, the lips glistening with our combined juices. I can see the cum dripping out of her, coating her thighs, her ass, her pussy. It's a fucking beautiful sight, one that I'll never forget.
Akansha's eyes are locked onto mine, her breath coming in short gasps. She's watching me, watching the cum drip out of her, watching me watch her.
It coats my stomach as it flows. Finding a path down my thigh, on to the silk sheets. It's so much cum, more than I thought possible.
It's like a river of white, hot and sticky, flowing down my thighs, coating my skin. The sight of it, the feel of it, is incredibly erotic. I can't help but groan, my hips jerking forward, my cock twitching at the sight of her, at the sound of her breath hitching in her throat.
She pressed onto her pubic area. The last of it spurted out, landing on my stomach. She looked down at it, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Look at that, Hardik. We're a mess, aren't we?" she said, her voice a low, sultry purr.
I groaned, my cock twitching at the sight of her, at the feel of her cum coating my stomach. "Fuck, Akansha," I rasped, my fingers digging into her hips. "You're so fucking hot."
I groaned, my hips jerking forward, my cock twitching at the sight of her, at the feel of her cum on my stomach. "And you're so fucking dirty, Hardik." Akansha chuckled, her voice a low, sultry purr. She reached down, her fingers tracing the edge of her tattoo, her eyes locked onto mine. "Look at this, Hardik. Look at what you've done to me." Her fingers dipped into the cum on my stomach, gathering some of it on her fingertips. She held her fingers up, showing me the white, creamy liquid glistening on her skin. "This is what you've filled me up with, puppy. Your cum, dripping out of me, coating you."
Akansha's eyes gleamed with mischief as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking my cum off them, her tongue swirling around each digit. I groaned, my cock twitching at the sight of her, at the sound of her soft moans of pleasure. She chuckled, her voice a low, sultry purr. "And you love it, Hardik. I can see it in your eyes." She reached down, her fingers dipping into the cum on my stomach, gathering more of it.
Then, with a wicked grin, she smeared the remaining cum across her chest, painting her skin with slow, deliberate strokes. Her fingers traced circles around her nipples, spreading the sticky liquid in swirling patterns.
She dropped her hand lower, and her fingers delved into the sticky mess pooling on my stomach. She massaged it off her hand and raised it, the sweet scent of my body mingling with her own sweat. With a deliberate, almost ritualistic movement, she smoothed the fluid over her tattoo, painting the intricate pattern of a delicate vine across her ass. The curves of flowers twisted and looped, each petal blooming under the gentle pressure of her fingertips. Her body glistened with a fine sheen of moisture, her skin slick from the exertion and her arousal. Her ass flexed, showcasing the smooth curves as if molded by desire.
She giggled at the cool sensation of the goo.
"Mmm, that's a nice look for me, isn't it, Hardik?" She wiggled her ass, the cum on her tattoo glistening in the sunlight. "I think I'll keep this on for a bit. What do you think?"
I groaned, my cock twitching at the sight of her, at the sound of her voice. "Fuck, Akansha. You look... fucking incredible." I couldn't find the words to describe her, to describe the way she looked, covered in our cum, her tattoo glistening.
She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Well, since you enjoyed the view so much, I thought I'd give you an even better one." With that, she slowly lowered herself onto my stomach, her ass sinking into the pool of cum. I groaned, my cock twitching at the sensation of her weight, at the feel of her skin sliding against mine, coated in our combined juices. She began to rock her hips gently, her ass sliding back and forth across my stomach, smearing the cum in slow, sensuous circles. I could feel it, the sticky, hot liquid coating my skin, her body gliding over it, her ass leaving trails of white in its wake.
Akansha slid up and down my torso , the cum smearing across my skin, leaving a glistening path. I could feel the cool air on my heated skin, the contrast sending shivers down my spine.
Akansha's eyes were locked onto mine, her breath coming in short gasps as she continued to ride my stomach. She was a vision, her body glistening with sweat and cum, her black hair sticking to her face, her glasses slightly askew.
Her lower body was a testament to our shared passion, the white liquid of our combined efforts glistening on her thighs, her ass, her pussy. The sight was both intimate and raw, a visual narrative of our intense connection. Her skin, still flushed from the heat of our encounter, seemed to shimmer under the soft light, highlighting the delicate curves of her body.
I can see her pussy, swollen and red, the lips glistening with our combined juices. As she slides up, the cum coats her pussy lips, filling the crease between her ass and her thighs. When she slides down, it drips out, coating my stomach, my thighs, the silk sheets beneath us.
She's moaning softly, her breath coming in short gasps. I can see her nipples, hard and erect, the cum painting swirling patterns around them. Her tattoo, the delicate vine wrapped around a heart, is glistening, the cum highlighting the intricate details.
Akansha's eyes are locked onto mine, her breath coming in short gasps as she continues to ride my stomach. Her thighs, toned and strong, are coated in a sheen of sweat and cum, the white liquid glistening in the soft light filtering through the window.
She bites her lip as she pressed into me harder, sinking deeper into the pool of white. Her pussy is now barely visible, her lips submerged in the sticky mess. She grinds her hips, her clit rubbing against my abs, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets out a soft moan. "Fuck, Hardik," she gasps, her voice a low, sultry purr. "This feels so fucking good."
I can feel her, her body tense, her muscles clenching as she grinds against me. I can feel her pussy, swollen and sensitive, her clit throbbing as she rubs against me. I can feel the cum, hot and sticky, coating my skin, her body sliding over it, her ass leaving trails of white in its wake.
She presses her body against mine, her breasts squishing against my chest, her cum-slicked skin sticking to mine. I can feel the sticky, hot liquid between us, our bodies sliding against each other as she rocks her hips.
Akansha's breath hitches, her eyes widening as she slips slightly, her hands grasping for purchase on my chest. Her nails dig in as she steadies herself.
I can feel the sharp points, a stark contrast to the soft, smooth skin of her palms. She chuckles, a low, sultry sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Oops, it's slippery." Akansha giggles, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I guess we're both a mess now, aren't we, Hardik?" "You're so fucking dirty, puppy. I love it."
Our bodies squelch together, the sound of our skin sliding against each other, coated in the remnants of our passion, filling the room. The scent of sex and sweat hangs heavy in the air, a heady mix that makes my cock throb with need.
Akansha's eyes flicker closed, her breath hitching as she grinds her hips against me. Her pussy, swollen and sensitive, rubs against my abs, her clit throbbing with every movement. I can feel the heat of her, the wetness of her, the way her body responds to mine, and it's driving me wild.
She leaned down, her tongue darting out to lap up the cum from my stomach. I groaned, my hips jerking at the sensation of her tongue on my skin, the feel of her hot breath on my stomach. She licked slowly, deliberately, her tongue tracing the path of the cum, her eyes locked onto mine. "You taste so good, puppy. So fucking good." She moaned, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I could eat you up all day."
The sight of her, her face pressed against my stomach, her tongue licking up the cum, was incredibly erotic. I could feel the heat of her breath, the wetness of her tongue, the way her body was pressed against mine. It was a heady mix of sensations, one that sent shivers down my spine, one that made my cock twitch with need.
Akansha's tongue feels like velvet as it glides across my skin, lapping up the remnants of our passion. She's taking her time, her tongue tracing the path of the cum, her eyes locked onto mine. I can feel the heat of her breath, the wetness of her tongue, the way her body is pressed against mine.
She starts at my chest, her tongue swirling around my nipples, making them hard and erect. I can feel the sensation shooting straight to my cock, making it twitch with need. She licks her way down, her tongue tracing the lines of my abs, her fingers digging into my skin.
As she reaches my stomach, she pauses, her tongue flicking out to taste the cum there. She moans, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, savoring the taste of us. And then, she starts to lick, her tongue long and slow strokes, cleaning me up.
She's taking her time, her tongue exploring every inch of my skin, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. She's enjoying this, I can tell. She's enjoying the taste of us, the feel of my skin under her tongue, the way my body responds to her touch.
She teases me more with her tongue, slurping and lapping at cum that was inside her, all night.
She's enjoying it, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she watches me squirm. I can feel my cock twitching, eager for more, but she's taking her time, drawing out the pleasure, the torture.
She picked up the phone, her fingers deftly pausing the recording, and then she got up, leaving me hard and desperate.
The cum on our bodies had dried up, leaving a sticky, uncomfortable residue. I could feel it, crusting on my skin, a reminder of our earlier passion. Akansha's body was covered in a drying white layer, her tattoo a stark contrast against the pale residue. She looked down at herself, a smirk playing on her lips. "Looks like we need a shower, puppy," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. She held out her hand, her fingers coated in the dried cum. "Come on, let's clean up."
I took her hand, my fingers wrapping around hers. I could feel the sticky residue on her skin.
Her hand was warm, her fingers soft, yet firm in their grip. I let her lead me to the bathroom, my eyes scanning her body, taking in the sight of her. Her ass was still glistening, the cum on her tattoo now a dull, white patch. Her thighs were coated, the cum still glistening. Her pussy dripped still, leaving a trail of my cum onto the floor.
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The bathroom is a masterpiece of modern design, with sleek lines and a minimalist aesthetic. The walls are made of frosted glass, giving the illusion of privacy while still allowing the soft light from the room to filter in. The floor is a smooth, cool marble, and the shower is a massive, open space, with a rainfall showerhead that cascades down from the ceiling. The sink is a single, large slab of black granite, and the mirror is a single, unbroken piece of glass that stretches from floor to ceiling.
Akansha steps into the shower, her body glistening with the remnants of our passion. She turns on the water, the rainfall showerhead filling the air with a soft, rhythmic sound. Steam rises frim the water , filling the bathroom with a warm, humid heat. Akansha stands under the water, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her hair darkening as it gets wet. She looks fucking gorgeous, her body glistening, the water cascading down her skin, washing away the cum.
I watch her, my eyes scanning her body, taking in every curve, every line. I can feel my cock twitching, eager for more, but I hold back, enjoying the show. She reaches for the soap, handing it to me.
"Clean me up." Her voice is a low, sultry purr, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
I start at her shoulders, my hands slick with soap as I run them down her arms. Her skin is soft, smooth, like velvet under my touch. I can feel her muscles tense, her body responding to my touch.
I can see the goosebumps rising on her skin, her nipples hardening under the hot water. She leans into my touch, her breath hitching softly as I run the soap over her shoulders, down her arms, and across her back.
I lower my hands , tracing the curve of her spine, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingers. She shivers, her body responding to my touch, her skin goosebumping under the hot water. Her body is a landscape of curves and valleys, each one a testament to her strength and sensuality.
I continue to wash her, my hands gliding over her skin, feeling the smooth, soft curves of her body. I can see the way her breath hitches, the way her eyes flutter closed as I run my hands over her.
I reach her pussy and decide to be a bit bold.
I rub the soap over her mound, my fingers gently parting her lips. She gasps, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into my touch. I can feel her heat, her wetness, even through the soap. I can see the way her breath hitches, the way her eyes flutter closed as I touch her.
I take my time, my fingers tracing the edges of her pussy, feeling the soft, slick folds. I can feel her clit, hard and sensitive, and I rub it gently, feeling her body respond to my touch. She moans softly, her hips pressing into my hand, seeking more.
I give it to her, my fingers slipping inside her, feeling the hot, tight walls of her pussy. She's so wet, so ready, and I can't help but groan at the feel of her. I start to move my fingers, slowly at first, feeling her body respond to my touch. Her breath comes in short gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as she loses herself in the sensation.
But then, she stops me, her hand covering mine. "Kneel.
Let me see your face," Akansha commands, her voice a low, sultry purr. I comply, my knees sinking into the cool marble floor of the bathroom. The water cascades around us, the steam filling the air with a warm, humid heat. I look up at her, my eyes meeting hers. She's standing under the shower, her body glistening with water and soap, her nipples hard and erect. Her eyes are hooded, her lips parted slightly, her breath coming in short gasps.
She grabs my hair, pushing me into her snatch.
I can feel the heat of her, the wetness, the soap suds mixing with her arousal. I start to lick, my tongue delving into her folds, tasting her, feeling her. She moans, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me closer. I can feel her hips moving, her body grinding against my face, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
I lick her slowly, my tongue tracing the edges of her pussy, feeling the soft, slick folds. I can feel her clit, hard and sensitive, and I flick my tongue over it, feeling her body respond. She gasps, her hips jerking forward, her fingers pulling my hair harder.
"Fuck, Hardik," she moans, her voice a low, sultry purr. "That feels so fucking good." I can feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching as she grinds against my face. I can taste her, her arousal mixing with the soap, the sweet and salty flavor of her filling my mouth.
I slip my tongue inside her, feeling the hot, tight walls of her pussy. I start to move my tongue, slowly at first, feeling her body respond to my touch.
Akansha gasps, "Oh god! You're so good. And no one except me knows." Her voice is a low, sultry purr, her eyes locked onto mine as she speaks. I can feel her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me closer, her body grinding against my face. I can feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching as she grinds against my face, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
Suddenly, she pulls my head back, her fingers still tangled in my hair. "Stop," she pants, her voice ragged. I look up at her, my lips glistening with her juices, my breath coming in short gasps. She's looking down at me, her eyes hooded, her lips parted. Her chest is heaving, her nipples hard and erect, glistening with water and soap.
She's panting, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I can see the desire in her eyes, the need, the hunger. It's intoxicating, and I can feel my cock twitching, eager for more.
I start to lick, my tongue delving into her folds, feeling the soft, slick flesh.
The taste of her is intoxicating, a mix of sweet and salty, a heady combination that makes my cock twitch with need. I can feel her body responding to my touch, her hips moving in rhythm with my tongue, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Akansha's fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer, her body grinding against my face. She moans, her hips jerking forward, her fingers pulling my hair harder.
"Fuck, Hardik," she pants, her voice a low, sultry purr.
"You're so good at this. I can feel you, your tongue, your lips... it's driving me crazy." Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer, her body grinding against my face. I start to lick faster, my tongue tracing the edges of her pussy, feeling the soft, slick folds.
Akansha's body tenses, her muscles clenching as she grinds against my face. I can feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Suddenly, her body tenses, her muscles clenching as she reaches her peak.
She lets out a low, guttural moan, her fingers pulling my hair hard as she grinds her pussy against my face. I can feel her juices flowing, her body convulsing as she comes undone. I keep my tongue moving, licking her through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure.
Her thighs quiver around my head, her body shaking as she rides out her climax. I can feel her hands in my hair, her fingers pulling, her body pressing against me, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
Her moans fill the bathroom, a low, sultry sound that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel her body trembling, her muscles clenching as she rides out her orgasm, her juices flowing, coating my tongue, my face.
The scent of her arousal fills the air, a heady mix of sweet and musky, a scent that's uniquely hers. I can hear the sound of her breath, ragged and uneven, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.
As her body relaxes, she releases my hair, her fingers gently stroking my scalp. She looks down at me, her eyes soft, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good boy," she whispers, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. She rinses the soap off her body, I watch mesmerized as the suds slide of her perfect skin.
She steps out of the shower, drying herself off with a towel. Wrapping another one around her, she winks at me as she walks out of the bathroom.