Professor Dearest
I knew the answer before she hummed it and when I turn her around to scrub her front body, she parts her lips to a moan.
“Fuck, Daddy. Who knew that only showering with you could be this erotic?” She cries out as I chuckle, loving that she knew the game I was obviously playing.
“Part your legs for me, Red, I’ll rinse your pussy clean with some clean water,” I tell her as if it wasn’t common knowledge.
I grabbed the shower head with aim, it was the newest and strongest one in the market and the pressure of water from the holes was magnificent. Today, it’s going to serve more than rinsing foam from Arlette’s body, she’ll cum with how good this will make her feel.