The Manhood Diaries
he murmured, his voice echoing off the tiles as he kneeled to wash her legs, "is the only touch you need. The only touch that cleanses instead of corrupts."
He stood, turning her to face the wall, his chest pressed against her back. His hands slid around to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples under the stream of water. His erection, hard and insistent, pressed against the cleft of her ass.
"The world is dirty, Rue," he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing her skin. "It leaves marks. But I wash them away. I make you pure again. Mine again."
He entered her from behind, a slow, filling invasion under the pounding water. He fucked her with that same slow, deep, claiming rhythm,
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