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"You are mines Emily"
I groan as long fingers rub my shoulders, arms and under my arm pits, I am so glad I always shave. He glides his hand over my flat chest but he doesn't linger my body tense as he glids his hand between my legs, his erection growing pressing on my back pushing a finger in.
"Take it baby" he whispers in my ear, grazing his teeth against my earlobe. I clenched tightly stiffening my legs as he pushed it in past the knuckles, my walls clamping around the invasion. He removes his finger leaving me whimpering for more.
"Wash me now baby" turning me to face him.
I was shock to find his shaft in his hand, he is stroking it gently turning me on. I stand up suddenly ashamed of my thoughts but he pulls me down again, the water splashing on the tiled floor.
"Behave Emily we are both adults not kids"
I stared at it in amazement, it's so big I glance up at him.
"Do I have to beg?"
"Yes" because I had no intension of washing him, much less sucking him.
He laughs "I knew from the first moment your father had shown me your photograph I knew you would be trouble, a challenge and I like that" squriting some soap on his shaft head.