Imagine a hotel bathroom. Hot water running over our backs in rivulets on their way past our open mouths as we kiss, down to our most sensitive places.
Imagine that you look up and seeing the mirror clouded with steam order me to put my hands up as you clear the patch on the mirror to reveal my erect nipple.
Imagine that you grin and take out your phone to record that moment of my active obedience.
Waiting as the water runs into my open mouth.
Waiting to receive you.
Waiting and wet.
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