"Sing Becky G's Shower," Harmon's husky voice whispered into my ear as he pressed up against my back, his hand overlapping the one I had between my thighs.
I giggled before I could stop myself, my body instantly melting into his. His hard d**k pressed up against my back as shower jets bathed us in warm water. A shiver went through me anyway when he placed his d**k between my ass cheeks.
"Why? You hate that song," I whispered, the things I wanted to yell at him about conspicuously missing from my brain as my greedy ass started grinding back on his d**k.
"I do, especially after the s**t you pulled with Johnny moments after singing it. Now f*****g sing," he ordered, lips still pressed up against my ear.
"Why?" I insisted, confused about him asking me to sing my shower song for him.
