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Will let the shower rain down on his muscles. The chilled water did nothing to soothe his throbbing hard-on. His mind raced back to the moment Ava had asked him about not putting the moves on her. In his fantasy, he lunged, pressing her against her SUV and kissing her with every ounce of passion in his body, hands roaming over the curves of her sweater, feeling her knee slide against his rigid cock as he pressed against her. He’dwanted to pick her up,right then and there,and fuck her in the back seat until the windows fogged into an opaque wall of gray.
He stroked himself, imagining her silken tongue sliding against his before moving his mouth to herbreast. His groin swelled to the point of pain at the thought.
He needed her.
Needed to be with her.
Needed to be inside of her...
He pumped with an eager hand, aching for relief. He braced against the shower tilesand pictured Ava’s lips andtongue sliding downhis hardened shaft.He let the shower water blast against his face as his orgasmbuilt.
His mind flitted to rubbingher pussy through the fabricof her panties. Pulling them to the side and slipping a finger into the wetness beyond. He imagined buryinghis face between her legs, lapping up every drop of heras she begged for more.
“ Fuck ,” he growled quietly into the tile, water caressing his open lips. He came so hardhe had to hold the soap dish to keep from collapsing, flexing every muscle of his body as each lustful spurt swirled down the drain. A clarity befell him, and his body relaxedto a zen-like level, temporarilysated. It was the fifth time in three days he’d touched himself to the thought of her.