His words twisted something deep inside me. Part of me wanted to believe him,the part that still melted when he called me babe in that low voice. The part that remembered how good his mouth felt between my legs just minutes ago. But the logical, survival-driven part of my brain screamed warnings.“I’m here now,” I whispered back, leaning slightly into his touch despite myself. My sore pussy throbbed as his hand drifted lower, fingers teasing between my legs without pushing too far, respecting the tenderness he’d caused earlier. The soap made everything slick, slippery, heightening every sensation. Water pounded against our bodies, creating a private world of steam and touch.He turned me fully to face him, his eyes dark with renewed desire as he looked down at my naked, soapy body.His hands continued their work, washing my stomach, my thighs, even kneeling briefly to run the loofah down my legs. The position put his face dangerously close to my core again, and memories of him eating m
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