"Look at you," I say, my voice rough with need as I drag the fabric slowly over her curves, patting and stroking in equal measure. Her perfect breasts heave with each breath, n*****s tight and rosy from the heat and my earlier touches. I cup them through the towel, thumbs circling the stiff peaks before letting the cloth drop lower. “You’re still turned on.”
I lean in, pressing my mouth to one rosy n****e, tongue flicking out to taste the lingering bathwater mixed with her skin. I suck gently at first then harder, teeth lightly grazing as my fingers tug the other n****e. She gasps, and I feel my c**k twitch hard against her, still hard from her writhing against me in the water.
Dropping to my knees on the cool tile, I continue drying her, avoiding her bruised, grazed flesh, the towel sli
