He moves back and pulls me toward the spray. I wasn’t planning on washing my hair, but when he squirts shampoo on the top of my head, it seems inevitable that I’ll be sleeping on a wet pillow. When his magic hands start massaging my scalp, a domino effect begins to happen. I moan, and he gets insta-hard, his dick sacking me in the stomach. He grabs the sprayer head and rushes through the rinse. “Need you again.” “Your littles are still swimming in me.” I laugh.
