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“Good point,” Hank said.
Layla stood up and held out her hand. “Come on, get up.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Hank took Layla’s hand and allowed her to help him up. She led him into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
“A little wake-up call,” she said, climbing in after it had warmed up. “Have you ever showered with a woman befo
re?”
Hank shook his head.
“It’s all about the feel of things,” Layla said as the water poured over her. “Just touching the other person while they’re all wet. Their hair, their bodies, and especially their skin. Go ahead. Feel free.”
Hank rubbed his hands on her skin, starting with her shoulders and moving down her arms. The water made her skin exponentially smoother, almost like oil. He rubbed her tits, her belly, her thighs. She returned the favor, running her hands through his wet hair, over his chest, down to his asscheeks.
“It doesn’t have to be overtly sexual,” Layla said, turning around, giving him her back. “Just think of it as foreplay. Getting yourself warmed up for round three.”
Hank ran his hands down her back, over her hips. He grabbed her round ass and gave it a squeeze. Layla moaned softly. His breath growing more rapid and his cock—to his everlasting amazement—already showing signs of life, he squeezed them a little more firmly.
It wasn’t long before Hank was pressing his body up against Layla, his chest against her back, his cock pushing up against her ass while his hands explored her incredible tits, rubbing and groping them and tweaking her nipples.
“See?” Layla whispered, turning her head to the side. “I told you it wouldn’t be a problem.”
“And you were right,” Hank said, his cock rock-hard for the third time in less than an hour. “Again.”
“And now, when you fuck me proper, you’ll last even longer because you’ve already expended two bullets.”
“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” Hank said. “You’ve got me all riled up.”
“Well, it’ll be longer than you would have otherwise,” Layla said, offering him a wicked smile.
Hank had no doubt she was right. He wouldn’t have lasted more than five seconds inside her to start the evening. Now he might actually be able to last a minute or two. If he was lucky. But it was still better than the alternative.
“Speaking of which,” Layla said, shutting off the water. “Let’s get started.”
She grabbed his hand and led him out of the shower. After they quickly dried themselves off, Layla took Hank by the cock and led him over to the bed.
“I’m not going to waste any more of your erection sucking your cock,” she said as she dropped onto the bed. She was lying on her back, her legs spread open, her pussy staring Hank right in the face as he stood there, dumbfounded, just looking at her.
Layla slipped two fingers inside her pussy and started playing around in there, getting herself nice and wet. “I want you to come over here and stick that hard cock of yours in my soaking wet pussy and fuck me until you can’t take it anymore,” she said. “And then I want you to cum inside me. Can you handle that?”
Unable to speak, Hank just nodded.
“Then come on over here,” Layla said, beckoning him over.
Hank didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed onto the bed and slid his body up until he was between Layla’s legs. Unable to resist her any longer, he grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into her pussy.
Entering Layla was like slipping into a pool of exotic oil. Moist and slippery and warm, her pussy swallowed his cock utterly and completely, caressing it like a long-lost soul mate.
Hank’s breath rate quickened as he moved against her, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy of it’s own accord, his thrusts moving faster and faster as his body started operating solely on instinct.
“Just like that,” Layla said, her voice soft and serious, her eyes locked on his. “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”
She wrapped her arms around the back of Hank’s neck and pulled his head down towards hers. While he continued moving against her, Layla pressed her lips against his and started exploring his mouth with her tongue.
