Unlocking my bedroom door, I walk inside and find her still naked, bent over my footboard tied, gagged, and eyes closed.
Deciding to let her have a few more minutes of sleep, I walk into the bathroom and undress out of my still wet clothes. I need a shower. Stepping inside, I close the door behind me and stare down at my hard c**k. I squeeze some soap onto my hand and reach down. Wrapping my hand around the base, I stroke it, my hand tightening so painfully on it that it takes my breath away.
“What ...?” I stop and let go, placing both hands on the wall and stepping under the sprayer. I’ve had to do it myself for so long that it’s like a habit now. The amount of porn I’ve watched over the past few years is enough to make a hooker blush. That’s not to mention what I’ve seen happen here at
