CRAVING DIRTY DADDY
Steam quickly filled the glass enclosure as I stood beneath the spray, letting the heat soothe my aching muscles.
I reached for the expensive body wash, its rich scent of jasmine and sandalwood filling the air. Lathering it between my palms, I began to glide my hands over my body—cupping my full breasts, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples until they hardened into tight peaks; sliding down the curve of my stomach; and then lower, between my thighs. The moment my fingers brushed over my swollen, needy pussy, a sharp jolt of desire shot through me.
Hades.