~Hermes~
Recommended song: One of your girls by Weekend, Jennie and Lily Depp.
My glasses are gone, left on the sink.
My black shirt clings to me, sleeves rolled to my elbows. My grey trousers are still on, tight, and unforgiving, doing nothing to hide the brutal outline of my c**k. It throbs against the fabric.
The water runs, hot, filling the tub. My fists flex against my thighs.
My breath hitch as she steps in, bare naked, almost, just a strip of lace hugging her hips, her skin glowing against the steam.
I breathe sharp through my nose, jaw ticking. She has no idea what she’s playing with—or maybe she does, and that’s the f*****g problem.
Her hips sways like she knows I’m tracking every goddamn curve. My c**k throbs harder, straining against the trousers. She crouches by the tub
