The shower was already running when he walked in.
I’d been standing under the water for ten minutes with three loads shifting inside me, fingers pushed in to keep them from washing out, phone on the counter set to record the next proof picture he wanted. The door opened. Marcus stepped in naked, c**k half-hard, and looked at me through the steam.
“Hands on the wall. Legs wide. I’m adding another one before you get clean.”
I turned and braced. He stepped in behind me, gripped my hips, and pushed in through the water and the mess. I was swollen. The stretch still burned. He started f*****g me hard, each thrust knocking me forward, the wet slap louder under the spray. One hand stayed on my hip. The other reached around and rubbed my c**t in rough circles while the water ran over both of us
