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Of course, she had to. I did too. And besides, as an OB-GYN, I should know UTIs are no fucking joke.

My jaw relaxes, but I’m no less desperate for her. Inhaling her into my lungs isn’t what I came here for. I have tofeelher.

I turn around to search for her hamper. Placed at the corner of the bathroom, it’s half full. I walk over there, plucking a white pair of her thin cotton panties.

“Prue,” I whisper her name, drowning my nose with her underwear.

The smell of her pussy has my mouth watering. The muscles on my thighs strain as if preparing to rut into her. I twist the rumpled garment in my hand until the crotch of Prue’s panties is at my mouth. Then I dart out my tongue and lick the dried sweet juices of her cunt.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” I say to the empty room, tasting her a second time. “So fucking good.”

A drop of precum leaks from the swollen crown of my dick. There’s no way I’ll be able to hold my orgasm for long, which works in my favor. I haven’t memorized Prue’s jogging routine yet, and there’s no telling when she’ll be here.

Walking back into her shower, I push my sweats and briefs down past my knees. I tie her panties at the base of my shaft as a makeshift cock ring without cutting the blood supply to it.

It’s not like I need my dick to get any harder the way it’s painfully straining right now. I need her. On me. Around me. Milking me dry.

I grab her shampoo from the shower niche, squirt a dose on my right hand, and flatten the left one on the wall. When I look down at my cock with her panties and her shampoo on it, another groan of pleasure rips through my lungs.

The sickening feeling of invading her privacy doesn’t make me hate myself. Turns out, it works better than a goddamn Viagra.

I don’t waste time, pumping my dick while thinking about her. I fantasize about Prue entering her apartment after her run. About her sweaty body, about her heaving breasts while she cools down from her jog.

Every part of her hot to the touch. Drops of perspiration rolling down her neck and shoulders, sliding past the parts of her that were marked by me.

Those salty little beads sliding lower, trickling down the space between her breasts. Exactly where I’m desperate to lick and suck and put my cock.

She releases her gorgeous mane out of the ponytail, toeing off her sneakers. Her clothes are tossed in the hamper. Her gorgeous, naked body traipses into the shower on her delicate feet.

The images crossing my mind at a rapid speed make me uncontrollably feral.

My hand strokes faster, gripping the painful erection tighter. My balls are almost up to my stomach. I’m incapable of stopping the moans and grunts coming out of me.

I picture her, goddamnseeher, standing where I am, under the showerhead. She turns the water on cold after running outside in the early summer sun. Her nipples pucker as chilly rivulets slide across them, pink and bitable.

I want her.

Then…

Christ, I’m so fucking close.

Then she washes her hair, wiggles her toes. She thinks this is just another day, and this is just another shower.

Only today won’t be just any other day.

Later today, when my darling Prue’s feet touch the floor of her shower, they won’t step on the tiles alone.

She’ll step on my cum, too.

Be one with it.

Her foot on my seed is the one final image I need to climax. I grunt out her name, my dick pulsing as it spurts out hot semen to mark her shower floor.

As I try to catch my breath, I look down at the mess I made. My cum blends into the white tiles, invisible to those who don’t know what to look for.

Perfect.

My lips curl up, my satisfaction is palpable.

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