Ava was still trembling when I finally pulled out of her, c*m running down her thighs in thick streams. She turned over on the couch, cheeks flushed, green eyes glassy with satisfaction and hunger. She reached up, tugged my hand, and gave me that wicked little smile.
“Come shower with me,” she whispered. “I want to feel you all over me again.”
I didn’t argue.
She led me upstairs, bare feet silent on the carpet, my T-shirt still the only thing she wore. The house was dark and quiet, parents thousands of miles away. Her bathroom was huge, all marble and glass, with a walk-in shower big enough for four people.
Ava turned the water on hot, steam filling the room fast. She peeled the T-shirt off and stepped under the spray, water cascading over her curves, running pink trails through the me
