The hot spray of the water pounded my right side as I leaned my palms into the clear shower door, biting down on the folded strap of my belt and fucking myself onto the dildo suctioned to the tiled wall behind me. I refused to touch myself. When I came, it would be to the thought of Clint taking me like this, without mercy. That mental image would work better than any hand jacking my dick, including mine.
