My hand reaches down to grasp his dick, and I feel him sigh as I touch him. I drape my arms over his strong, toned shoulders as he pulls me in by the waist with one hand, the other moving up to caress my face as he leans in to kiss me. “Guess I’ll go shower alone,” I call teasingly. The soft, wide thighs that were built to be on either side of your face, and the plump ass made for your cock. He hates it, I know – he’s skinny, despite the clear muscle definition, and it makes him insecure. My tongue slides against his soft lips, and he welcomes me, and the kiss deepens. Why not save water, right? We’re equals, partners, looking to please each other and make each other feel good. My tongue slides against his soft lips, and he welcomes me, and the kiss deepens. He feels so good. He’s just as sensitive as I am. He mutters, “I’ve got you,” his strokes growing just a little faster, and with just a
