"I'm gonna c*m," he said, his voice low and his eyes shut, like he was praying. His hips rolled with rhythm, each movement a silent demand, each thrust deep and certain.
Ortensia felt him tense that moment before release when time folds. Then warmth spilled into her mouth, and she froze.
"Swallow everything" he said, commanding her, he was in control of her, but she hesitated.
"Swallow, doll," he whispered again, one hand still resting gently but firmly on her head.
So she did. "That's my good girl," he murmured, like a praise and a claim all wrapped up in heat. "That's real good, Ortensia."
The water from the shower kept falling, a quiet hush over them, almost like applause. They stayed there under the spray, their bodies slick and warm.
They were both silent, letting
