Creampie & Cumshot Compilation

I wanted to hate it, to push him away, but instead, I leaned into it, giving myself over to the pleasure he was apparently so adept at giving. Pressure. He started soaping himself up casually, not a trace of insecurity, running the lather across his chest and down his arms with a casualness that made my skin crawl with envy—and something else I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. “Uh oh,” he said, drawing out the words like he was savoring my embarrassment but then he offered guidance. I was screaming internally. “Sure,” I muttered, trying not to squeak. It’s all leverage.”

“Right… His other hand reached up to my shoulder, massaging it gently, like he was helping me ride the waves of confusion and sensation that were crashing through me. Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on. He was built, like he’d been carved out of marble. “So if you wanna level up quick,” he said casually, like we hadn’t just shared the weirdest shower moment of my life, “you gotta work on grip control.