“Anything else? Or do you need me to wash you too?” The crooked smirk paints itself on my face too easily with her around. Her eyes widen, and she brings her arms over her chest to cover herself up. “No.” She shakes her head, and just as I’m about to exit the bathroom, she drops her arms once more. “But I want you to.”
I AM SCREAMING MY FACE IS FLUSHED I CAN FEEL MY FACE TURNING INTO A FUCK BEETROOT THIS SEXUAL TENSION HAS MY GASPING
