“Okay,” he said, “make sure he’s gone. Her hair was a shamble and there was blood at the corner of her mouth. Casey grabbed a towel and started drying off his abs; lowering it down and rubbing at his balls. He stood up; lifting her up again. And one of his hands kept touching her ass; the fingers very lightly brushing the crack so she could hardly tell if Casey meant it or not. Amy stood, only and moment, before just turning the shower back on and slowly using the soap to wash away his cum from her back. “Don’t you fucking get out of bed without me again, Amy!” he said, his snarling face was only inches from her. He stepped in, the water running in little clear rivers over his body as he grabbed the soap from the tray and gave it to Amy. Freeze cold water gushed down like hard rain over his arm. “Jesus, Amy,” he said, squeezing her perfect c-cup breast, playing with the nipple, “I’ve no fucking idea how I’m gonna
