“Are you imagining how my c**k would feel inside you?”
‘Oooh, I like the dirty talking doctor. I like it a lot.’
“Can you?” he repeated, giving her hair a tiny tug. She could feel the pressure building in her belly, threatening to send her over at any moment.
“f**k yes,” she panted. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
He pulled her to him, his lips pressing harder, the pressure almost painful. His hand left her hair and groped her breast instead, and moments later, she was soaring, falling right over the edge, his name leaving her mouth trembling.
Brenden placed his hand over hers, guiding her strokes, adjusting her grip. He took a longer, but soon he joined her, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he came against his stomach again.
The water spray had gotten cool, but they
