Casey kept his own stronger hand over hers forcing her to stroke him. She used the lather that collected on his prick and rubbed it into his balls. Her hands palm-down in the bath and her stomach resting on the side. “Take over,” he said. ah… Then he killed the water. She cried. For a moment he had been thinking about telling her to wait there, bent over, legs spread, while he took the call. Ah! If I want to finger you in bed I’ll finger you in bed! I’m fucking love your body.”
He ran a smug hand over the backs of her thighs then hit her ass cheek with his open palm. “Put your hands on the tiles,” he said. It was like he was in a fraternity house
“You can take another shower if you want,” He said, “I’m sorry, baby, I just had to cum all over you.”
He laughed. I’ve got an hour before work.”
He made to leave. Casey spread her legs like a cop making an arrest; hitting her inner
