Mouthwashing X Reader Novels & Stories

They wash me like I’m their most prized possession. Marcus holds me up while Riley shampoos my hair, fingers massaging my scalp until my eyes roll back. Vanessa kneels, soaping my legs, kissing every bruise, every fingerprint left on my skin. Jax washes my tits slowly, thumbs circling my pierced nipples until they’re hard again, then leans in to suck them clean of dried cum. There’s no frantic fucking this time— just sensual, possessive touch. Fingers slip inside me to clean,

The black tiles and the marbles laid on the wall,the cascading water upon our naked skin and the aromas of body wash, has got me say that. He has been massaging every inch of my body, from my sensitive erected nipples to my toes. Even a soft rub on my armpit got me arousing. I was facing the wall and he is at my back doing all the stuff that made my knees weak. He easily swept the body wash from my navel to my womanhood rubbing every spot. My back arched at that mere action. Resting my head on his broad shoulders, I whispered, " Xander, please. "

“I’ve been assaulted. My lips have been… contaminated. I need bleach.“ I brushed harder. My gums protested. I didn’t care. That lunatic literally just kissed me… almost tonguing her tongue down my throat. I rinsed. Spat. Rinsed again. Then went for round two, because clearly, bacteria from psycho-woman kisses required double treatment. Still not satisfied, I grabbed the mouthwash. Gargled so violently I almost choked. Spat. Looked at myself again. My lips were still red, a little swollen. Like proof. Evidence of the crime.

He was rock hard and remained hard when I washed his private part. Under the pouring shower, the warm water caused fog on the windowpane and could only intensify my desire for him. He kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth. He tasted sweet, like rich honey. Almost getting lost in the moment, I reached to turn off the shower knob. Water was still trickling down my hair. We continued the kiss languidly. Despite being torturously slow, the steam from our bodies fogged up the glass even worse. As our lips still adored each other, I could hear the shower door open. Xavier put his arm around my naked body and pulled me out of the shower and the bathroom.

I walked out of the stall toward the marble vanity, needing to wash the bitter taste of survival from my mouth before Dominic tore the door down. I reached the marble vanity, my hands shaking so violently I could barely turn the gold tap. I cupped the freezing water in my left palm, rinsing my mouth again and again until the bitter sting of bile was gone. Pushing my heavy hair back, I forced myself to look at my reflection in the glass.

Water washed it away but we stayed on our knees breathing heavy looking up at them with fucked-out smiles. Kai helped Zara stand kissed her messy tasting himself on her tongue. Jace pulled me up did the same deep and slow hand cupping my face. Zara laughed weak voice hoarse "We need another shower for real this time." under the shower spray for real this time. Hot water poured over our heads washing away layers of sweat cum and spit. Hands everywhere soaping each other up but it wasn't innocent. Zara rubbed soap over my tits slow circles thumbs flicking my nipples until they were hard again. I slid my hand between her thighs washed her pussy gentle at first then slipped two fingers inside ju

Jessica knew well not to answer instead she read the article and she saw how she has painted the mysterious woman while the writer dotted love and attention on Xavier. She put down the phone and step into the bathroom. If she wasted more time reading the comment and articles alongside the messages she would be late and might not accomplish all on her to-do list today. She entered into the huge bathroom which was twice the size of her bedroom before. On the bathroom counter, she found a face wash belonging to Xavier. She picked it up and read the product name. It was the same one that Burke used to use. Her face began to feel hot and itchy and before she could tell what was going on she was i

The door opened wider, and Emma, still in her sports bra and underwear and holding a washcloth, stepped in. "Turn towards the water," she said, reaching for the soap bottle. Mike nodded, still covering his dick and faced away from her. He was grateful that she'd kept her clothes on, at least. Mike felt the washcloth begin to rub down his body, and truthfully, it felt extremely nice. Emma seemed to be massaging him while she washed him down and cleaned his body. Her hands moved from his head and neck down to his shoulders, back and finally his buttocks.

Walking into something like that? No thanks. But another part of me… “If Kathy’s alone…” I smirked slightly. “…that wouldn’t be so bad.” — I grabbed the present—but not before cleaning myself up. Fast. A quick shower. Brush my teeth. Then mouthwash. “A lot of mouthwash…” I checked myself in the mirror. “Good enough…” I threw on a short-sleeved t-shirt with three buttons at the top, and a clean pair of white Docker shorts. Then I headed next door.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.