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She mouths “hurry,” and I feel the familiar pleasure shoot through my body. I
am on the edge. My spine tingles, and my balls tighten.
“Come here now,” I order, my heightened state causing my voice to break.
I stroke faster. Her perfect tits are there for my enjoyment. I grind into my
palm. Sanya’s hand squeezes my balls underneath the water. It is so unexpected, yet

so right, I lose control and explode onto her tits.
She moans when the warmth hits her sensitive nipples. I etch this memory into
my brain. Her hot eyes lock with mine as she grabs one of her boobs and licks her
nipple. Damn, that is hot. That is also etched.
“I’m going to do wonderful things to your pussy.” She doesn’t flinch. “Fuck. I
love when you say things like that, Henri.”
I pull her into my lap. The need to be close to her is too strong to ignore. She
straddles my lap. I kiss her hard, not caring about tasting myself in the process. I
stick my tongue into her mouth. Not bad. I find the soap and lather her breasts
while we kiss. She moans against my mouth when my thumbs find her nipples. I
break the kiss and rinse the soap. I’m dying to get a nipple in my mouth.
I pull one in; she moans loud and bucks against me. Sanya grinds against my
half hard cock. I’m almost ready. I just need to get her off first. I press the heel of

my hand against her clit and rub her slit with my fingers. I move to the other nipple.
It doesn’t take long for her to crumble. She moans my name, and her body clenches
around my fingers.
“Let’s get out,” she pleads. “I want you so bad right now.” “You can have me
now.” I grind against her for emphasis. “The water will spill.”
“I’ll mop up every fucking drop.”
I pull her down and thrust up, burying myself deep inside. Her hot breath
hisses against my ear. I suck on her spot on her neck. This is what I live for. Being
with her is my new obsession. My favorite hobby.
“You feel incredible…so good, Henri.” Her moans fuel me. “So, so good.”
She’s riding me hard and gripping me tightly. “Mmm…work for that orgasm.”
The clap of my hand against her ass echoes in the bathroom. A small gasp is
her only response to my smacking her ass. Her eyes are closed; her fingers are in my
hair pressing against my scalp. The possessiveness of her touch arouses me more. I
imagine that she loves me as much as I love her. I can’t be the only one that feels
this zing between us, this pull, this perfect tension.