Sarah kept her promise about the shower.
After breakfast, where she sat on his lap feeding him bites of fruit while grinding her bare ass against his hardening c**k—she dragged him upstairs. The master bathroom was huge, all glass and white tile, steam already rising from the rainfall showerhead she turned on full blast.
She stripped the hoodie off in one motion. Naked now, curves glowing under the soft light, n*****s tight from the cool air before the heat hit. Ethan’s shorts hit the floor. His c**k stood straight up, thick and ready again, even after coming twice already this morning.
Sarah backed under the spray. Water cascaded over her shoulders, down her t**s, between her thighs. She crooked a finger.
“Come here, baby boy. Mommy wants to get dirty while we get clean.”
Ethan stepp
