As I scrub myself clean, the feel of Ryker’s hands on my body floods back to me, his harsh breath, punishing thrusts as he did exactly what he said he would, he marked me as his.
I shudder involuntarily, my d.ick twitching which shouldn’t even be possible after cumming twice.
I grab the bodywash from the shelf beside me, flicking it open and lifting it to my nose. It’s Ryker’s, I recognise the scent immediately even though it’s been nearly ten years, it seems I’m not the only creature of habit. I squeeze some into my hand, rubbing my palms together before smoothing it over my skin, there is something strangely erotic about washing with the firefighter’s bodywash, of smelling like him. Ryker’s scent swirls around me and I inhale deeply, breathing him in, damn I’ve missed this smell.
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