I connect my phone to my speaker and turn on some music. I untie my robe and I let it fall off of my body and I walk towards the shower.I open the glass door of the shower entrance and walk in. The water hits my bare body and I groan at the warmth of it.I grab some soap and slowly rub it on my body with a loofah. I rinse myself off and begin washing my hair with shampoo and then conditioner.Someone knocks on the glass door and I jump. I quickly spin around with wide eyes but soon relax when I realize it’s my fiancé Brenden.He has a towel wrapped around his waist and he drops it and underneath, he is very much naked. I bite my lip with tinted cheeks and I see his cock makes itself known.“May I join you?” I quickly nod and he smirks. He opens the shower door and he walks in, standing behind me.“How was your day?” I whisper, rinsing the last of the conditioner out of my black hair.“Stressful, but it’s better now that I’m here with you,” he whispers back. He’s always had a way with

I imagined trudging into his office and slamming the door shut. Before he could ask me what I was doing, I’d take of my shirt. Then I’d walk over and sit on him, and kiss him. Let him remove my bra. He’d have a hand on my back and the other on the back of my head. That way I couldn’t back out. I’d pull off his shirt and work with his belt. Once the fly was down he’d carry me onto his desk, and we’d work together to push off all the papers. Then he’d pull out his cock, and quickly pull down my underwear. He’d be so horny that my panties would only be at my knees and he’d penetrate. Then he’d pump as hard as he could and I’d moan as loud as I wanted to. Who cares who hears? I’d squeeze the cum out of him. It would be something that seemed perpetual. And, no, there’s no part where I imagine us putting our clothes back on. We wouldn’t. Instead, we’d try some more; on the floor, me sitting on him, me against the wall. We’d fuck our brains out. These scenes repeated and altered themselve

Saturday night only meant one thing, getting drunk, high, or laid. Or even all three.“Girl are you ready yet?” Anna shouted upstairs.“Gimme 5” you laughed as you shook your hair out before slipping on your timberlands.You and Anna were an odd combination, she was quite girly and you were the complete opposite. But somehow you were like peas in a pod.“I will leave without you” she laughed.“God I’m coming” you laughed taking one final look in the mirror, smirking at your appearance. Your cut-off Nirvana shirt gave a glimpse of your cherry-red lace bra and your shorts were cheeky.Running down the stairs you hear Anna whistle at you.“Damn girl, someone is planning on getting laid tonight” she smirked.“Too right, it’s been a hot minute” you sighed, you had recently come out of a very toxic relationship and we’re all about having fun. “Now let’s go because I’m gonna die if I don’t drink something alcoholic soon”“Always the dramatic one” she chuckled as she locked up.You and Anna h

We finish a wonderful dinner together. I cooked, so you get to clean the dishes (I am an excellent cook, I make a five-cheese risotto to die for). You grumble, but you know the rules. I watch as you begin to fill the sink and start washing. You drop a glass in the sink, it splashes you molding your shirt to your perfect tits. You bend to fish out the glass, your ass looks perfect. My cock is getting hard. I come up behind you, pressing my cock onto your ass. You protest that you are busy and I should stop. I grab your hips and press harder, your protest lessens, as my naughty girls starts pushing her ass back into me. I lean in and start kissing your neck, you begin to coo softly. I move my hands to your tits, massaging them through your wet shirt. I whisper in your ear "is my dirty little girl wet anywhere else?" You moan with pleasure. I pull off your pants, spin you around and lift you on the counter. I bury my face into your wet pussy. You rip off your wet shirt and grab the ba

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