back so it was protruding out behind him as dramatically as possible.
“Oh, my God, you are hilarious.” She burst into laughter. It was like the man had stored up years’ worth of jokes and was waiting for the right audience to unleash them, and it just so happened to be Casey in her small shower with the blue and white checkered tiles she made sure to scrub regularly.
Now she was glad she had.
Especially when he lunged at her and pinned her up against them; her wrists up by her head with his fingers entwining hers. His legs engulfed hers and held her hostage.
Her nipples tightened even though the water was warm, and they should be soft and pink.
“The water’s doing something to me,” he said, staring at her eyes with a look of starvation.
Or was it deprivation? Either way, she was screwed, because she ached for that massive cock to be inside her.
“Wh-what’s it doing?” She blinked and sounded out of breath.
“It’s washing away the pain, or subduing it anyway, so I can do this.” He rubbed his entire body all over her, making her bite back a long, thready moan.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Pleeease.” She sagged into the wall.
He smiled then dragged his tongue up and down her tits, keeping her hands stationary, and caressing her fingers with his. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever felt. She’d never considered how sensitive it was between each finger, but holy shit, this was hot!
“I think you love it and want more.” He pushed his right knee up the inside of her thigh, and then scraped it across her drenched folds. “I think you love it when I’m rough, and you want it as hard and as dirty as I can make it. But since you’re so sweet, the shower’s the place to be, so I can clean up the messes as I go. Tell me you’ll drip all over my tongue and make me dirty. I don’t wanna be clean; I’m not good at that, Casey. I wanna be disgusting for you—so covered in your come I can smell it all damn day no matter how much soap or body wash you use on me.”
She whimpered something that was supposed to mean , Fuck me now, please, God! But instead, it came out as, “Aaaahhhhhuuuuuhhhh fuuuuuck! Wannnnt you!”
“I know you do, I can smell it. Smell it in your not so virgin blood, but you’re still new at this. You don’t know how ugly I can be when I fuck hard.”
“You fucked me last night,” she managed to say with a heavy, uncooperative tongue.
Was it hanging out of her mouth? She wasn’t sure.
She knew she was panting like a dog in heat when he dropped to his knees and ate her like he would die if she didn’t spread further, drip more and open to him as much as she could. His fingers were inside of her pussy, his tongue lapping at her clit and he kept pinching the top of the hood then slipping it back as far as it would go. He’d gasp each time he saw the pink little nub, then he’d slurp at it like it was the most exquisite dessert ever. Her legs shook as an orgasm began to build.
“Fuck, love tasting you. If I could keep you hostage here with your legs spread and wet like this, I would.” He licked up the side of her left thigh he had propped up on his shoulder at some point.
“Kellllll, I need to . . . Need to get to w-work.” She reached for him, but he shoved her hands away.
“Not yet.”
His fingers roamed and she gasped when he got his pinky finger real slick and then prodded at her anus.
“Right here. Never done this, have you?” He smirked up at her.
Water dripped down onto his face, but he seemed oblivious.
“I have once, but I didn’t like it much,” she said, biting her lip and hoping it wouldn’t upset him. Her experience said men loved anal, and women did not.
“Was he wearing a condom?”
“Yeah.”
“Did he lube it?”
“Yeah, of course.” She blinked and her brows pushed together.
“It hurts if he doesn’t use a good lube, and when I looked around in your medicine cabinet, you had shitty ones.”
“They’re KY,
“Oh, my God, you are hilarious.” She burst into laughter. It was like the man had stored up years’ worth of jokes and was waiting for the right audience to unleash them, and it just so happened to be Casey in her small shower with the blue and white checkered tiles she made sure to scrub regularly.
Now she was glad she had.
Especially when he lunged at her and pinned her up against them; her wrists up by her head with his fingers entwining hers. His legs engulfed hers and held her hostage.
Her nipples tightened even though the water was warm, and they should be soft and pink.
“The water’s doing something to me,” he said, staring at her eyes with a look of starvation.
Or was it deprivation? Either way, she was screwed, because she ached for that massive cock to be inside her.
“Wh-what’s it doing?” She blinked and sounded out of breath.
“It’s washing away the pain, or subduing it anyway, so I can do this.” He rubbed his entire body all over her, making her bite back a long, thready moan.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Pleeease.” She sagged into the wall.
He smiled then dragged his tongue up and down her tits, keeping her hands stationary, and caressing her fingers with his. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever felt. She’d never considered how sensitive it was between each finger, but holy shit, this was hot!
“I think you love it and want more.” He pushed his right knee up the inside of her thigh, and then scraped it across her drenched folds. “I think you love it when I’m rough, and you want it as hard and as dirty as I can make it. But since you’re so sweet, the shower’s the place to be, so I can clean up the messes as I go. Tell me you’ll drip all over my tongue and make me dirty. I don’t wanna be clean; I’m not good at that, Casey. I wanna be disgusting for you—so covered in your come I can smell it all damn day no matter how much soap or body wash you use on me.”
She whimpered something that was supposed to mean , Fuck me now, please, God! But instead, it came out as, “Aaaahhhhhuuuuuhhhh fuuuuuck! Wannnnt you!”
“I know you do, I can smell it. Smell it in your not so virgin blood, but you’re still new at this. You don’t know how ugly I can be when I fuck hard.”
“You fucked me last night,” she managed to say with a heavy, uncooperative tongue.
Was it hanging out of her mouth? She wasn’t sure.
She knew she was panting like a dog in heat when he dropped to his knees and ate her like he would die if she didn’t spread further, drip more and open to him as much as she could. His fingers were inside of her pussy, his tongue lapping at her clit and he kept pinching the top of the hood then slipping it back as far as it would go. He’d gasp each time he saw the pink little nub, then he’d slurp at it like it was the most exquisite dessert ever. Her legs shook as an orgasm began to build.
“Fuck, love tasting you. If I could keep you hostage here with your legs spread and wet like this, I would.” He licked up the side of her left thigh he had propped up on his shoulder at some point.
“Kellllll, I need to . . . Need to get to w-work.” She reached for him, but he shoved her hands away.
“Not yet.”
His fingers roamed and she gasped when he got his pinky finger real slick and then prodded at her anus.
“Right here. Never done this, have you?” He smirked up at her.
Water dripped down onto his face, but he seemed oblivious.
“I have once, but I didn’t like it much,” she said, biting her lip and hoping it wouldn’t upset him. Her experience said men loved anal, and women did not.
“Was he wearing a condom?”
“Yeah.”
“Did he lube it?”
“Yeah, of course.” She blinked and her brows pushed together.
“It hurts if he doesn’t use a good lube, and when I looked around in your medicine cabinet, you had shitty ones.”
“They’re KY,
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