"Akira... touch me. Please."
Akira reached around, his hands covering hers on her breasts, squeezing the soapy mounds, and feeling the slippery give under his palms.
Her nipples poked hard into his fingers as he pinched them lightly, tugging until she moaned. "You think you can question me? Accuse me?" His voice was rough, water streaming down his face.
"I'm sorry... I just get so jealous," she whispered, grinding back against his cock, the wet, slippery cheeks sliding along his shaft. "Make me forget. Fuck it out of me."
Akira spun her around, pushing her back against the tile wall, the cool surface contrasting with the hot water.
He dropped to one knee, his face right in front of her wet and slightly swollen pussy. The pink folds weren't just wet from the shower. He used his hands to move her legs apart, his thumbs gently parting her folds to expose her pulsing clit.
"You want me to make you forget? Beg for it."
