Meine Stiefschwester, die Hure, hat mich innerhalb von Minuten zweimal zum Kommen gebracht

Hips too. Hips too. I could feel his eyes on me, burning a hole through my quivering body. I heard one of the guys from down the row yell, “Hey, save some romance for the honeymoon!”

Laughter broke out, and I wanted to melt into the tile. My problem stood before me, attached to my body, pointing straight ahead like it had a mind of its own. He put both hands on my ass and massaged in circles with his thumbs. “Dude, turn around. The team was a melting pot of chiseled gods, each one looking like they’d stepped out of a Renaissance sculpture. He started at my shoulders and focused on the parts of the center of my back that were hardest to reach. I turned my water to cold, hoping to shock myself back to some version of normal. I could barely think, let alone respond. My brain was glitching, caught between panic and other nerves as he washed my hairless globes. I was hyper-aware of every inch of his hands as they pressed against my body, the heat of his skin, the rough texture of his palms, the skilled pressuring of his fingers. His voice was calm, amused, like he’d seen this a thousand times before.