He Ruined My Shower with Oily Tit Play and His Apology Was a Rough Fuck
I’d just stepped out of the shower, hair still wet and tied back, feeling fresh in my underwear—ready to relax. But he had other ideas, craving a blowjob right then. I sighed but acceded, sitting on the bed, taking him in my mouth with slow, teasing sucks until he was rock hard, my massive fake silicone tits pressing against him through my bra. He wasn’t satisfied—he wanted a quick titfuck with the bra on, sliding between my cleavage, and I let him, my soft moans mixing with the steam still lingering in the air. But then he yanked off my bra and poured oil all over my tits for a “massage.” I was pissed—I just showered! The slick mess dripped everywhere, ruining my clean vibe, and I pouted, not happy at all. But I still submitted, letting his hands roam, squeezing and kneading my glistening implants, watching them deform under his rough touch. All annoyance faded when he slid his dick inside me, fucking me so damn good that nothing else mattered. What’s a shower compared to this sensa
