When I walk into the bathroom, I can see that she’s made use of the products that were laid out on the edge of the tub. I wish that I had thought to bring out the even better stuff. The shampoo and conditioner and soap that I save for my mom and sister when they visit the packhouse that I got from Paris.
But Fang is laying on his stomach in my mind, his tail wagging and his tongue lolling out of his mouth in pleasure that she smells like m. I have to admit, that is a pleasant bonus to this arrangement.
She’s obviously used some of the bubble bath, but the bubbles have started to disperse. I can see her beautiful pale skin, the curve of her full tits, and the swell of her hips beneath the water. My dick swells in my pants and I can’t help but move forward to get a better look.
I knew that she was gorgeous when I saw her at dinner tonight. That damn rogue mark on her fac doesn’t detract from that, though it does piss me off that she isn’t a part
