I sit, more than content with watching the water run down her neck and soak her bra. She watches me watch her. It makes her wilder. She slinks off her wet underwear and my heart pounds at the sight of her naked. It still feels surreal. Having her pupils dilated while she waits for me to decide how I want to f**k her today, having her kneeling in my tub with her p***y bared to me. Having her wet hair stick to her skin, her hard n*****s, water dripping from them.
I touch her hair first. I've always been fascinated by the length, the texture, the color. Nothing special, grandmother would say, but it belongs to Susanna, and that alone makes it spectacular.
My hands run down her neck next. There's little heat behind the touch. It's a ritual I repeat as much as I can, knowing her body, learni
