When we stepped from the shower, I was still trembling from the gentle washing I'd received from his hands. He had insisted on washing me and I couldn't say no when I say that tiny bar of soap sudsing in his big hands. He had me face the back wall and moved behind me, his lips nibbling my neck and shoulders as he scrubbed my chest, taking extra time to rub my nipples and make me weak with need. His hands moved downward, sliding across my stomach and into my patch where he gave me a couple of teasing strokes before moving on.
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