I walk in on him wanking, that’s how this fantasy starts. I’ve just got out of the shower, hair tousled and body lotioned so it’s nice and smooth with a slight slippery residue that makes everything shine. I open the door to the living room with half-formed notions of asking him to touch my tits to warm me up. Maybe invite him to come to the bedroom with me, roll around naked on the big bed in all that post-shower softness. But he’s already masturbating when I go in: hunched over on the sofa beating at his dick like it’s urgent that he drains out all the spunk.

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