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ASHLEIGH
The shower water heated up quickly and by the time I got inside its blanket of warmth, I was already trembling with the need to release. I didn’t know how long he was going to be so I held off touching myself and let the water run over my head. I wouldn’t last long once I started. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps on the hardwood floor in his room and the sound of the door shutting. It was show time.
When his silhouette came into view through the foggy glass door, I slowly slid a hand between my legs and let the other grab a breast. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, resting my foot on the tiled seat. He probably couldn’t see much with the steam, but he would get the picture. Lifting his shirt over his head, he threw it on the sink and then lowered his pants enough for
