Lena looked up into my eyes and asked, “Would you like to wash me?”
By this time, I was rock solid and said, “I’d like to wash you with my cock.”
Our eyes still fixed, she softly said, “That’s what I meant.”
“Put me in,” I said.
I adjusted my height, and she slipped me into her. I put my hands on her ass and lifted her, and with a little hop she locked her legs around me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I leaned her back against the wet wall and pushed.
I held her, slipping and sliding in and out, and Lena grunted with each exertion, wanting it all. I slipped a finger in her ass, which she welcomed.
“Yes!” she hissed. “You’re cleaning my p***y with your c**k and finger-f*****g my ass! You know how to clean me. You know how to f**k me.”
Whenever she talked like that, I got more e
