FIFTEEN
No one had interrupted them while they screwed on the vanity. They showered together, with Tulsi helping Wreck who kept his tied hands linked over the shower curtain rod while she washed both of their bodies.
If he hadn’t expected her to blow him before they got out, he didn’t complain. Neither did he object when she crouched in front of him at the vanity to put herself in the loop of his arms again. Instead of s*x, Tulsi hopped onto the vanity, seating herself there in his embrace to do whatever else was necessary.
He brushed his teeth with her nestled against his chest. She helped with the toothbrush and paste, and with the floss too. She asked him not to shave again and he didn’t argue. He did grumble when she started to moisturize him, but he didn’t fight her off. He stopped
