After dirtying her and cleaning himself, the man wore a black bathrobe that covered his glistening muscles flawlessly and stepped out of the bathroom leaving her alone in there.
Realizing his departure Emma couldn't hold back her sobs anymore. She put a hand on her mouth and sank to her knees, feeling her legs giving up on her. Days of weakness and severe pain between her legs rendered her unable to even stand.
It was expected as intense back-to-back sessions were undoubtedly exhausting for a girl who hadn't been sexually active her entire life.
With her bare back against the cold tiles, Emma sat down on the wet floor.
The shower was still on, washing away all the filthiness and sweeping away her tears but the feeling of his touch still lingered on her body.
She was still able to feel his possessive touch and hear his lustful grunts and sinful whispers. Emma sobbed uncontrollably while curling her knees to her chest and hugging her shoulders crying her heart out.
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