Beverly Sewer Scene Novels & Stories

She turned the knob, running the water over Bruce’s snoring. Once the water was good and warm she stepped in and closed the door. She sighed with relief as the water hit her body. Beverly put her head under the raining shower head, wetting her hair. As she enjoyed the water, she heard porcelain hit porcelain. Her eyebrows furrowed. Then she heard water hitting water. Beverly looked up and out the clear door. Bruce was standing at the commode naked and proud as he held his dick with both hands. Beverly smiled a little and turned her attention back to the shower. She hoped he didn’t flush as she ran her hands through her hair to make sure it was good and wet.

The buzzer from the intercom jolted me out of my thoughts. Paul glanced at me, silently asking if he should answer. I nodded, trying to compose myself. He pressed the button, and Raymond's voice crackled through the speaker, "It's me and Beverly. Let us in." Paul looked at me for confirmation, and I managed a small nod. He buzzed them in, and I could hear the elevator ascending. My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and fear. The moment the elevator doors opened, Beverly rushed towards me, her arms wide open. I stood up, and as soon as she reached me, I collapsed into her embrace. The tears I had been holding back all day finally broke free.

We scrambled in pure chaos. I pulled out quickly, and a thick gush of my precum mixed with her cream leaked from her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs in obscene rivulets. Beverley whimpered at the sudden emptiness but didn’t hesitate. She yanked her shorts up her shaky legs, the fabric instantly soaking through from the mess. Her tank top was askew; she tugged it down hastily as she bolted for the stairs, legs trembling, ass still red from my grip.

She immediately stood up, coming down from the bed and bowing her head. “I’m sorry. I… I don’t…” “Everyone, leave,” Damien said quietly. Simon bowed, but Camila and Mason were surprised by Aurora’s submissive attitude. They had expected a husband and wife dynamic but instead saw a servant and her master. “What just happened in there?” Mason asked as Simon sighed. “My boss has better explanations, sir,” Simon replied, yawning. In New York, Beverly was filming a late-night scene for her ongoing movie. After her scene wrapped and the sun began to rise, she sat waiting for her assistant to pack up. Michael walked toward her.