When I get home the first thing I do is shower. The horrible smell of decay and dust lingers on my skin as I step into the shower. The warm water and steam immediately make my muscles relax. I moan at the amazing feeling the waterfall stream gives my skin.
I hear the door of the bathroom open then close. Dillon’s scent hits my nose. I can smell his arousal the second he sees me behind the steamy glass. "Care to join me?" I call out to him, squeezing some shower gel into my hands and rubbing them together to lather it.
Within seconds the shower door opens and a fully stripped Dillon steps into the shower. It's big enough to give us plenty of distance but Dillon doesn't like distance. Preferably, for him, we would be glued by the hip and have our hands roaming each other 24/7. Not that I c
