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“Punishainst him, and he lifted her easily into his aret” He carried her to his bathroolass shower door and twisted the faucet until ater began to fall from the rain showerhead

“Thanks for the lesson,” she said with a grin “But I already kno to use a shower”

“You don’t kno to use it correctly,” he told her, checking the te for her to step inside “There is a proper way to lather up It’s an art, actually”

She stepped in and stood under the strea it soak her As it turned her hair darker, it revealed the natural beauty of her face,Jack wish he were an artist of some kind A painter, a sculptor—so she was in this moment

He’d watchedabout the way the water fell on Eva was indescribably poetic He estures—a hand through her hair, a finger swiping water from the hollow of her upper lip—turned him on like no one ever had

Hell, she didn’t need lessons in the art of showering—she was a fucking Picasso

She tilted her head back and let the water drench her face, and his cock stretched out in front of hi him to take her

Down, boy You’ll hurt her

No, it was too soon for sex, but not for a little erotic torture

He stepped inside the shower and nudged her against the ith her back to hi for him to make her come when he was done with his punishment

She relaxed against hi a thick lather Then he reached around her and ed the suds into her breasts, down to her navel, and back up, h as he slicked her hard nipples She squirainst his shoulder, her breath co faster

“Is this my punishment?” she asked

“Yes,” heto take you al me to let you come”

“Sounds terrible,” she whispered, arching into his touch as he squeezed her nipples lightly between his finger and thumb “And wonderful”

Jack couldn’t help but s herself up to the erotic torment as he plucked and teased her taut flesh Finally, when she was panting in his arers trail down to her pussy