—Fuck, Princess—
A pause, then he ‘speaks’ again.
—Now I’m naked and getting into the shower as well…the lights are off because I want to be alone in the night…with you—
Fucking smooth-talker. But I eat it up.
—I’m soaping myself, Sparkles…I really want to soap my cock, but chest first—
I close my eyes, picturing the scene and his words making me desperate. As the hot water rains over me, and I imagine Max’s tattooed chest wet, and pressing me against the tile.
—Are you picturing the scene?—he asks.
—Are you reading my mind?—
Chuckles.
—Your chest need some attention too, lather up those gorgeous titties…make them slippery with suds…wash all around, and around—
My hands respond to his commands, and instantly my nipples peak, imagining it’s Maximus doing this.
—You have to squeeze those perfect nips, Princess. Both of them, make sure they’re squeaky clean—
Doing as I’m told, pleasure shooting through me.
—Harder—
I pinch until it hurts. The pain sends shocks straight to my clit. What the fuck?
—Max!—
—What a good girl you are, it’s making my cock so hard…I want you to soap it up, but I guess I’ll have to do it myself—
Images flood my head.
—I’d like that too—
I trail a hand across my belly, moving lower. Slowly, softly.
—Tell me where your hands are now, Sparkles…—
Sliding a finger down my folds, I graze my clit with a fingernail.
—I’m…cleaning myself too—My legs tremble, imagining Maximus with his hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it.
—You’re such a fucking dirty girl, definitely need cleaning…next time I’ll clean you with my tongue…suck every bit of your dirtiness into my mouth—
I want that. I want that so badly. His mouth on my pussy, his hands spreading my thighs.
My finger finds a rhythm. I don’t care if this is wrong, or right. All I can think about is the need to come. The need to come at the same time as Max.
—Max—
—Fuck, Sparkles…—
—Max…I…ahhhh—As my orgasm wracks my body, my brain is half aware of a deep groan echoing through my head from Maximus.
—Fuuuck—
