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While his body partially hid the unfolding scene from the other guys, he played with my ass on repeat, murmuring encouraging words while I leaned back into it, unable to deny that I was loving the moment. His body moved with this casual, effortless bounce that I couldn’t stop watching—even though I knew I shouldn’t be. He didn’t miss it. My face went hot. I learned a new sense of pleasure. He gave a nod, turned off his water, and grabbed his towel. Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on. His hands were broad, calloused from years of practice and lifting weights, but they moved with a surprising gentleness as he lathered me up. Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on.
