Fuck the whore in the street, go to the hotel to make love all night

Fuck the whore in the street, go to the hotel to make love all night I wanted to protest, to stop him, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more. It was overwhelming, impossible to process how good it felt. My body had reacted before I could even process what was happening. The showers were the real kicker. Every movement sent electric jolts through me, lighting up parts of my body I didn’t even know existed. But I didn’t. I picked the most inconspicuous spot I could find, hoping to disappear into the tile. He paused, picking up on my expression, then gave a half-smirk. I wanted to protest, to stop him, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more. It’s all leverage.”

“Right… Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on. “Dude, turn around. He paused, picking up on my expression, then gave a half-smirk. It was fast, efficient, like he’d done this for teammates before. Pressure. I could feel his eyes on me, burning a hole through my quivering body. I wanted to protest, to stop him, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more. When he found some little button inside me that made me convulse in pleasure, he leaned into my ear and whispered “there it is,” and the whisper tickled my ear and made me cum, coating the wall in front of me while my hole pulsed on his large digit. But instead of walking away, he grabbed a fresh squirt of soap.