I groaned, her grip firm, playful. She peeled the boxer the rest of the way, letting it drop wet to the tile, and I stepped beside her. Now nothing separated us but steam and water. Her hand wrapped me fully, thumb sliding over the head, spreading the bead of wetness already forming there. She looked up at me with that wicked little smile. Then she leaned up and kissed me, lips soft, tongue quick, her hand never letting go.
"How was your day?" she asked, like she wasn't standing naked, jerking me under hot water.
"Eh," I muttered into her mouth, stepping in closer until her wet body pressed against me. "Normal."
My cock hardened fast between us, hot and throbbing, bumping against her stomach.
Jasmine's grin widened. She dragged her index finger along the head, smearing precum, then lifted it and showed me before licking it clean. "So hard," she teased. "And so eager."
"A little," I smirked, though my breath was already getting heavy.
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