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Marcus
My heart is like a runaway bronco in my chest, my lungs heaving like bellows from the orgasm. Forcing myself to remain upright, I carefully pull out of Emma and gather her limp body in my arms. She seems even more out of it than I am, so instead of bringing her to the shower, I gently arrange her in a sitting position on the bench and step over to the showerheads to wash myself before directing the spray her way.
The hot water seems to revive Emma slightly, and she blinks up at me, her auburn lashes dark and spiky as I pour body wash into my palm.
“How are you feeling, kitten?” Crouching in front of her, I pick up one small foot and start to wash it. “Did I hurt you?” I’d tried to go as slow as I could, but she’d been beyond tight, her ass sheathing my c**k more snugly than a
