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I was so focused on not thinking about any of it that I didn't notice his good hand moving until it was too late. He grabbed the washcloth right out of my grip, playful and quick, and yanked it downward hard, dragging my whole hand with it under the water. My palm slid right over him over it hot and firm and definitely not the washcloth anymore, it was my hand on that good d**k omg and I jolted so hard I almost fell backward into the toilet.
"What the f**k, Ryker!" I yelled, voice cracking loud enough to echo off the tiles, snatching my hand back like it burned, water splashing everywhere including all over my shirt which was now soaked and clinging in the worst way. "You absolute asshole, I told you not to …I said make sure it doesn't touch.. what is wrong with you! This
