"Vessara…Oh fuck…Ahrgg!" He growled softly under the spray, his hand pumping slower and savoring the memory. The slick sound of his palm on skin mixed with the patter of water.
The bathroom door opened. Vessara stepped in, still naked. Their eyes locked through the thick glass of the shower enclosure.
Vael didn't stop. He held her gaze, stroking his massive cock with deliberate, long pulls and twisting his fist over the head on every upstroke. His abs flexed with each movement, water streaming over the defined ridges.
Vessara bit her lower lip hard, thighs pressing together as fresh arousal slicked her folds. She watched, mesmerized, as his heavy balls drew up tight and his cock throbbed in his grip.
Seeing him pleasure himself to the thoughts of her, muscles tense and jaw clenched, made her clit throb again.
