We don’t make it out of the shower before I’m inside her again. We leave behind some very interesting marks on the glass.
“Like modern art,” I suggest as I wrap her in a huge, thick towel.
She eyes the smudges from multiple angles. “Are you saying my boobs belong in a museum?”
“Where everyone else can see them? f**k no.” I bend down and close my teeth lightly around one n****e. Jillian yelps and smacks me on the back of the head, but her hand keeps my mouth fasted around her breast so I can’t quite let go. “These,” I declare with a mouthful of boob, “are for my viewing eyes only.”
“That means this is mine, too,” she warns as she palms my already-stiffening c**k.
For the third time, we decide to fall right onto the shower mat and rut like animals there.
When will enough be enough, I w
