Her hands started slow: gliding over my chest, thumbs circling my nipples until they stiffened, nails dragging down my abs. She lathered my shoulders, the column of my throat, then finally wrapped both slick hands around my cock. It twitched, already stirring.
"Still trying to get hard after everything we did to you?" she teased, stroking lazily. "Greedy boy."
I slid my hands up her waist and cupped her heavy tits, squeezing until water spilled over my knuckles. "Your fault for being naked and perfect."
She laughed, low and filthy, and leaned in until her breasts pressed against my chest. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, tugging just hard enough to make her bite her lip. She answered by tightening her grip, pumping me slow and firm, thumb swirling over the head on every upstroke.
