Fourteen
“Whoops,” said Christopher. “Looks like I dropped the soap… again.”
He knelt down, filling his empty hands with my abdomen. Then my a*s. Then my thighs. Christopher spread them apart like he was unwrapping a gift. Then he played with the treasures he found within.
The soap lay forgotten in the tub basin as he cleaned me up with his tongue. The sudsy water slurped down the drain mixing with the sounds of his lips against my core. His hands rose to my breasts. He found my n*****s and gave them a pinch.
That was all it took.
Christopher stood and caught me before my knees gave out. He held me and kissed me as the tremors stopped. Then he hefted me up and out of the tub.
I was too comatose to protest about my weight. My brain and virtue cried a warning. He was hard against my so
