After the third climax, Jeremiah let his hand slow to a gentle rubbing of the white woman’s s*x. She would cool down now, her body relaxed, her mind swimming in a different place. He allowed Cheryl to slump in his arms and lowered her to her knees. He pushed her body forwards and Cheryl caught her fall with her hands. As the water continued to pour down from above, Jeremiah completed his ablutions of Cheryl by soaping and rinsing her hair.
Cheryl’s heart was pounding still. She barely felt the hands massaging her scalp. She did not care what he did. She was his prisoner.
When the shower was finally over, Cheryl was led back to the cushioned table in the center of the room. Jeremiah held her neck from behind as he led her from the shower. His manhood was now flaccid, having exploded its s
