The cold tiles bit into her bare ass and thighs, making her flinch, and with every tiny shift, another thick, warm glob of my cum pushed out of her gaping pussy, sliding down her crack and dripping onto the shower floor with soft, obscene plip… plip… plip sounds that echoed in the enclosed space like tiny accusations.
Through the telepathy, her thoughts were a frantic, looping storm:
[He's right outside… he's hugging her… if he steps in… if he pulls the curtain… he'll see me… squatting here… legs open… pussy still leaking his cum… like a used whore hiding in the shower… the smell… it's everywhere…]
[My thighs are coated… the floor's wet with it… please… don't come closer… don't look… but… fuck… my clit's throbbing again… just from hearing his voice… no… stop… hide… be invisible… don't breathe loud… don't drip louder…]
