There were only gasps from Miya, the same gasps I heard when I penetrated her bum, the gasps I grew so fond of. Indian xxx Means what’s left of my body still has some appeal.”
“Don’t say things like that; you’re beautiful.” It had to be said, and I was looking into her eyes when I said it (I think). “You’ll get used to it,” she told me with a wink that almost made me trip on my feet. I was sitting on the shower floor with a warm jet on my nape, surrounded by shower products I had taken off the caddy. She wanted to play to her strength. I was nibbling on one of my pillow’s nipples. “It’s…” I stopped myself from saying jaw-dropping. “I could really use a shower though.”
“A shower?” I almost did a spit take without drinking anything. Being nestled on my cross-legged lap was Miya’s idea. I could imagine her breast being hoisted by the shirt then tumbling out in slow-motion bounces even
