The bubbles from the shower gel were all washed a long time ago, but Talia didn't dare to ask for more.
Talia's hands parted to move over Damon's hips while avoiding to touch his erect cock that waved at her as Damon shifted his weight from one leg to another.
It was intimidating and inviting at the same time.
Her hands moved robotically as her brain stuttered and she was not sure if she wanted to escape that shower enclosure or to feel him out… everywhere.
"Don't you want to touch it?", Damon's husky voice sounded close to her ear.
She knew very well what that 'it' was because she was staring at it. Did she want to touch it?
Talia told herself that this was not a big deal. After all, that thing was inside her, more than once, and Damon kissed and caressed (and licked) every part of her body, and it was wonderful. Wouldn't it be normal if she does the same thing to him?
