”“Me too.”She chuckled and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you with blue balls. Just let me catch my breath.”“Do you want a drink?...�� he asked, noticing that she had sweat beading at her hairline.She nodded. “Just a second. Don’t move.” She took three quick, hard breaths through her nose, and then lifted off his cock. A sharp groan escaped her, and he could hear the wet sound of his cock sliding out of her, followed by the slap of it hitting his abdomen. She let herself fall to a sprawl. You're mine, I won't let other men touch you. The doors are locked, he won't get inside, don't worry," you tell me, and I feel so relieved."I'm yours, Sir" Yes, you are, all mine. He's still watching, put your head down so he can't see you, the show is over," you say and gently push my head down.Soon enough, the man leaves, and you start fucking me harder again."Mhm, I love having this sweet little pussy all for myself. You're such a good girl, always ready for my cock, and you take it so well,. That was me describing her.“Sorry?” I asked, completely confused.“I thought you’d be more fun,” Beth replied, “And that I could be more… me.”“More you?” I repeated stupidly.She looked down at herself, sitting at the table. “Less… this,” she said, pointing at her black yoga pants and white t-shirt. “I just hate this,” she finished.“You hate what you’re wearing?” I ventured, now completely lost.“I hate that I have to wear it,” Beth countered. “Before you moved in, I wore what I wanted. Or didn’t.. "I don't think we actually saved any time, since it turned into a very long shower. We kissed for a long while under the warm spray, then spent time soaping and rinsing each other's body. Laura washed and rinsed her hair, while I ran my hands over her glistening body. It felt heavenly. It must have felt pretty good to her as well, as her breath was quickly coming in gasps, and she actually shuddered with an orgasm before I was finished.My cock was still perfectly hard, and after she finished.