Venessa's POV
I couldn't help but smile as I could sense how nervous she was. I wanted her badly, but once I realized what exactly it was that I was doing, I knew I couldn't do what I wanted to right now. She's sensitive. New. A little flower that's just been craving to be touched by someone.
I reached forward with my foot and turned off the water. She silently gasped as the cold air surrounded us. "Now. Final question," I wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling as her breathing became heavy.
My c**k had a mind of its own as it slipped between her thighs, slowly running through her folds. I had to stop myself from moaning as I could feel her wetness against me. "May I f**k you, Miss Wilson?" I could feel her body shaking under the presence of mine.
My grip on her waist tightened as
