I stand, legs spread, arms out, dripping and warm, on the worn tile. Angel is drying my body.
Thighs, belly: the towel roughsnags my cock, tugs up, releases:
Swaggeringringring, proud. She smooches my engorged tip, comments "He missed me!", stands, wraps the decency towel around me, knotting it at my hip.
She swipes back the shower curtain, grabs the bed towel from the stack on the shelf by the door.
Eying her haunches, I follow her back to our cube.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 9/26/2004 11:55:00 AM
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