Robyn

“I bet you didn’t know,” he said, “whenever you wanted to shower – I liked to come on the soap. ”

I gaped at him. “You did what?”

He gave a deep laugh then drew a long, slow breath through his mouth. Under my ass, I could feel how much remembering this was arousing him.

“I used to come on the soap. I loved thinking about you rubbing my come all over your body, your nipples, your stomach….” He trailed his finger down to my pubic bone. “…Between your legs.”

My breath hitched when he traced his finger down to my testicles. Just that simple touch was enough to get me going again, but I knew this arousal wasn’t merely from the physical contact. I pressed my lips tight and moaned.”

“I always wondered if you ever experimented with it,” he continued, his voice now soft and husky. “Did you ever lube yourself? I loved thinking you had my come in your ass.”

“Ven….” I closed my eyes when he licked my chest. “Ahh, I always knew you were a pervert but this takes perversity to a whole new level.”
― Passhenette1, Chronic Carnalli Complex

“Did it say something about me when a confirmed sex-addict needed help satisfying his lover? I tried not to think about that.”
― Passhenette1, Chronic Carnalli Complex