Tyeron closed his eyes when the cold water hit his body, but he felt like he wanted to regret it when he saw in his mind the image of Lhalhaine blushing earlier, her small and rosy lips that he always wanted to kiss. Without realizing it, he looked up and held his length, moving it up and down.
“Fuck! Lyn, Angel Ah!" Those moans escaped his lips unexpectedly.
He closed his eyes, and the image of the woman became clearer this time. He imagined that the woman herself was doing the things he was doing to himself, which intensified the sensations he was feeling at that moment, and his chest began to rise and fall.
"Ah! Fuck!! Fuck! I'm cumming! Yes! Baby, make it faster, ah!” The moans coming out of his mouth were getting louder and louder at that moment.
He was very close when the bathroom door suddenly opened, which made him stop stroking his length. Lhalhaine's wide eyes met his, and without saying a word, the woman threw ice packs at him.
"Pervert!" she angrily shouted and turned
