“You’re still full of his cum,” he whispered in my ear. I blushed, trying not to moan when he expertly stroked my already sensitive G-spot. “I can have a shower.” He pinned me down. “No.” He glanced over at the corner of the room, and I followed his line of sight. Hawk sat sprawled in an armchair, threadbare towel wrapped around his waist, doing nothing to hide the erection beneath.
