Rivals Or Lovers
I couldn't help myself, one hand reached down to stroke my length while the other groped at my chest, pretending it was Ryan touching me.
"Fuck," I breathed out, closing my eyes. I imagined Ryan's little hands on my body, exploring every inch of me like he owned me. The water cascaded down my back as I pictured him pinning me against the wall, his thick cock pressing against my ass. I knew he couldn't fuck me, but it doesn't matter, as far as it was Ryan, I could do any style.
I stroked faster, harder, I was already lost in the fantasy. My other hand tweaked my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched into my own touch, my hips bucking as I tried chased my release.