72 Days
"You taste like sin; sweet, tempting and hard to resist."
My panted breath bounced across the spacy cubicle, outshining the patter of water droplets leaking from the shower head and hitting the ceramic. His brawny hands tightly groped my asscheeks, holding me in place.
Goosebumps erupting on my skin, which felt a layer thinner, I lolled my head back and my wet hair mopped the moist wall, my eyelids sealing my eyes as his soft lips crushed into my neck and his mouth vacuumed the tender skin with the intention to leave a mark. I chirped, tiny whimpers of pleasure merged with pain flowing freely from my parted lips.
My stomach wringing, fear fed on my courage, but I had tired of being difficult, I was not going to stop him, there was no use delaying t
