Dylan’s Point of View
Rowan and I went another round in the shower before getting ready to run our errands.
“Damn it, woman! What are you doing to me?” He asked, holding me around his waist pressed against the wall, still inside me.
“What can I say? I can’t get enough of you” I said, running my hands down his back.
“And thank god for that” he said, taking a handheld shower off the wall and putting me down. He used his knee to spread my legs slightly apart and aimed the showerhead directly on my slit, he used his other hand to wash me. He moved his hand slowly at first, but he sped up once I tilted my head back and bit my lower lip.
“If you keep that up, we’re going again.”
“I’m totally okay with that,” he said quickly thrusting his fingers in my p***y. I could feel him getting ha
