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As soon as the door pushed open, Barrett hung his keys on the jackalope and hoisted Chastity in the air, wrapping her bare legs around his waist as he carried her to the bathroom. Her rainbow locks caressed his cheeks as their hungry mouths collided, tongues skillfully flicking at one another.
In seconds, he had spun the faucet dial and set her down on the counter as hot steam filled the tiny room.
She stripped off his shirt, scrambling for his belt, tugging the buckle, and ripping the leather strap from the loops. She wrapped it over him, using it like reins to pull him in between her parted legs.
The look of lust in her eyes had a hint of something darker, and that desire made him hard. He unzipped, pushing his pants and underwear to the floor. Her eyes settled on his dick, and she smiled. He yanked off her shirt, freeing her breasts, sensitive nipples pierced through with horizontal bars. In seconds, he’d yanked her free of her skimpy shorts, and she sat naked and beautiful in front of him.
He pulled her roughly into the shower, pressing her against the tile wall gently by her throat as the delightfully hot water soothed her chilled skin.
Barrett closed the glass door and growled into her ear. “You’re a dirty girl, Aphrodite.”
He pressed his hard cock against her thigh, feeling the hot water rush over them both. “Let’s get you clean.”
He released her and she grinned as he squirted a liberal amount of shampoo in his hand. He spun her around, working it through her rainbow tresses, watching the bubbly suds dribble down the curves of her breasts.
He used the rest on himself, lathering quickly. She felt turned on, watching him rub circles on his scalp, watching rivulets of water trickle down the deep-cut grooves of his body, admiring the sloped paths they took through the muscular “V” of his pelvis.
They rinsed, and she leaned into him, breasts pressed against his chest as she massaged conditioner into their hair. Squirting some in her own hand, she gripped his cock. His head rolled back, savoring the sensation as she slipped her fist back and forth around his shaft.
As soon as they rinsed, he spun her again and slowly shoved her against the other wall, holding her there below the showerhead.
He hoisted her up again with ease, wrapping her legs around his hips, positioning the head of his dick at her entrance, eager to dip inside. He cupped her jaw and pressed her harder into the tile. He growled into her ear, “Do you want me?”
“More than anything,” she panted through the force of his hand, one holding her tight enough to restrict her movement but not too tight to breathe.
“ Tell me you want me to fuck you. ”
“ I want you to fuck me, ” she said, pressing her back hard against the wall, trying to use it as leverage to tilt her pelvis toward him, wanting to feel him sink inside.
He shot his own hips back, not allowing her to call the shots. “ Bad girl. You know what I want to hear.”
She grinned and defiantly bucked her hips again, finally relenting. “This pussy is all yours.”
With that, he groaned and, like he had all of the time in the world, he slipped inside of her slowly, deliberately, giving her every thick inch of himself.
She moaned long and loud. With his free hand, he slid the frosted door open and turned her head with the other, forcing her to look at herself in the bathroom mirror.
“I want you to watch yourself. I want you to see in your pretty little face what my fucking cock does to your body when I’m inside you.”
Her eyes fluttered. His dirty talk was driving her wild, his cock filling her up. She squirmed, trying her best to milk an orgasm from his body.
“No. You don’t fuck me. I fuck you . Understand me, Aphrodite?”
She nodded, face pink beneath his firm grasp.
“I want you to watch me fuck that pretty little cunt of yours.”
She watched intently as he fucked her hard against a wall of white tile. With every plunge of his hips in the mirror, she transcended to a new level of pleasure. She watched as the sight of her own orgasm made her shudder even harder. When she did, he released her and quickened his pace. She caressed Barrett’s tensed neck muscles in their reflection, eyes never straying from the glass as he came inside of her.