She needed a shower first. She hadn’t been paying attention. Her face was almost red and stood out against her black curly hair. “You are very tight. “W-who are you?” She stammered. She moaned and grinded on his hands. “You shouldn’t be bathing alone. “Oh, that feels so good,” she said. Was she moving? She shot her hand down to stop him. The steam from the shower and water dripping down her body were making her hot as hell. “Oh god, I’m such a clutz and a moron,” she said. His finger was so thick. This is what I get for getting playing soccer on a frozen lake. Walking with half a leg in a cast was hard enough. Her legs trembled and her toes quivered. When was the last time I had a good fuck? “Wait, no–”
It was too late. This is what I get for getting playing soccer on a frozen lake. “Oh you can leave those on,” she said as he tugged at her panties.
