She froze for a second, her entire body going still. Then suddenly her head snapped toward me to look at me properly. The small movement caused her hips to shift slightly, and my c**k went even deeper inside her tight heat, pulling simultaneous moans from both of us.
"I can't go to your—f**k—can you stop doing that—"
She hissed desperately, and instantly my fingers found her swollen c**t through the warm water.
"God—f**k, Zane—you're distracting me on purpose—s**t—"
I flicked her c**t harder, more insistently, and she automatically ground down harder on my c**k in response, her body betraying her protests.
"Zane—you are—I can't go to your apartment. I still have the whole frame-up hanging over me. The collaboration scandal with your company. My pictures and videos flying around every
