I love the feel of his hard dick against my hand, the warm water trailing over our bodies. The slick soap lets him slip easily between my fingers and I grip him hard like he’s shown me, making him sigh and tremble just slightly. I love that moment when I know that I’m going to get what I want, that he’s not going to deny me because he’s too turned on, too hard and ready to stop. That’s when I turn around and bend over and let him slowly push into my tight, soapy asshole, fucking me slowly until we’re both gasping and steaming up the bathroom mirrors even more.
(Source: sexisms)
