'Ohhh... fingering me clean... deeper... mmm!' She gasped, rocking into his hand, the soap making everything slippery, his touch probing gently, massaging her g-spot with feather-light strokes. Pleasure built slow, a simmer rather than blaze, her c**t brushing his palm. 'Wanna... taste every part of you again. Lick your balls, swallow your load... or just lay with you, feeling your strength hold me.' Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, their bodies sliding soapily together.
LeBron's eyes darkened, tenderness shifting as his finger thrust a bit firmer—'Fuck... you're perfect, saying that'—adding a second, scissoring to clean deeper, thumb circling her c**t. 'But I wanna hear your wants too. This body—mine to use, but yours to explore.' He rinsed his hand under the spray,
