"No, I don't need a demonstration of any kind in the shower, thank you very much." I shake my head no and grab hold of his hand, trying to move it from its current location.
When I'm unable to dislodge his hand, I glide the tips of my fingers up his sides, tickling him.
He chuckles and captures both of my wrists in his hands, pulling them overhead. His right hand wraps around both of my wrists holding them securely in place above my head.
His left hand slides down my body at a slow, leisurely pace until it reaches the hood of my c******s.
"Alexandre, I thought we were going to shower."
"That is what we are doing, ma belle." He takes the sensitive nub between his fingers and gently starts massaging the throbbing, screaming flesh.
"Alexandre," I plea, squirming under his touch. "Oh, my
