“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” he asks as he grabs the bodywash and fills his hand with some. Then he takes his time cleaning me. And when I say he takes his time… he really does, lingering on parts that make me moan and press my body harder against him. “I should clean you, too,” I murmur, grabbing some bodywash before I grip his hard cock and start stroking it slowly. “Zee..” he growls, his fingers pinching my nipples in retaliation. “You’re still bruised.” “Not everywhere.” I squeeze him harder, and he drops his head back and groans. “You’re killing me, Zee.” “Please, Bower. One little
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