He pumped his hips a couple more times, and that was all I needed to peak.
“Holy. Shit.”
Eight
This coffee tastes like you should shut up until I finish it.
—Weaver to Creed
Weaver
“I watched a porn movie once where the stepsister falls into the washer and the stepbrother comes to save her and accidentally slips and falls and his cock winds up in her ass.”
The things this woman said…
“I hate to break it to you, but there’s no slipping and falling in any reality where you accidentally push your cock into another person’s ass.” I pointed out.
“I wouldn’t really know,” she teased. “I’ve never really been into anal.”
Just the thought of her and anal had my cock jerking back to life.
She hissed out a breath.
“Careful what you say,” I mused. “I might decide to turn you around and hitch your ass on this washer and do this a second time.”
There was a long moment of silence before she reached forward and popped the knob back out to turn the washer back on.
“How long does this washer cycle for?” she asked, giving me a look over her shoulder.
I pulled out just long enough to spin her around, put her on top of the washing machine lid, and slide back inside of her.
My cock was still as hard now as it was when she’d opened the shower door earlier.
And the added slipperiness of her juices combined with mine made the next twenty-three minutes a wild and slippery ride.
When the washing machine finally stuttered to a stop, the banging jolt of the unbalanced machine finally settling, she lifted her lips from my shoulder before saying, “I think I’ll just wait on the dryer. Let’s take another shower.”
My cock was all but raw when I finally brought her into the bathroom to shower for a second time.
This time, I joined her, making sure to wash every single inch of her with a bar of soap she hadn’t seen earlier on top of the rail.
She eyed the blue soap and said, “Where was that earlier?”
I grinned as I dropped down to my knees and cleaned her pussy of my cum.
“Ouch,” she hissed. “I think you might’ve broken it.”
“Bruised, not broken,” I corrected her.
“Bruised that feels like broken.” She laughed as she got some body wash and worked it through my hair. “You know that this 3-in-1 shit is total gobshite, right?”
“Gobshite?” I asked. “What are we, in England now?”
“I watched it on a Netflix show, and it’s my new favorite curse word.” She worked her fingers into my scalp, and I closed my eyes as she used her fingernails.
“Marry me,” I said as the closest shower jet tried to drown me.
“Only if we get to Livestream it so that Audrey can create a new Facebook account so she can pretend she’s not watching.”
