This short story follows "Heels and a Snack". Even though it is a sequel, this can also be read as a standalone story.
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Eventually you are able to sit up and see my face covered in your cum. You look down to my lap and see my cock pointing straight at you. You look into my eyes, slide your hips off the table, and tell me you want to feel me cum in your ass.
You grab the edge of my cock head again and pull me up the stairs to the bedroom.
As you lead me toward our room, you start gently squeezing and rotating your fingertips along the ridge of my tip. There's so much pre-cum dripping from me that your fingers slide around smoothly.
You look back at me with a mischievous grin and ask "How's this feel?"
"It feels like you are trying to make me explode."
Your grin gets bigger and you say "Not just yet. I have plans for that load. First, I think we should both rinse off."
You reach down and squeeze my ballsack. Then you trace your fingernails all the way from my taint, across my balls, and up the bottom of my hard-on, to the very end of my leaking cock.
I shiver and my knees actually get weak. I love the teasing and playing.
You walk away and start the shower. I can't help but watch your ass sway as you go. As the water warms up, you take off your shirt which has become useless at this point.
I watch you check out your own body in the mirror while you're still wearing the heels, turning each way to see yourself from every angle. I see you smile and spank yourself, leaving a brief red hand print. Damn you look hot.
I pop my shirt off, you kick off the shoes, and we climb in the shower. I let you enjoy the heat first before taking my turn. I start by rinsing my face as I realize that I can still smell and taste your delicious juices.
When I turn around, I watch you lather up and start scrubbing yourself so that you're covered in soap. My imagination, and libido, immediately wish you were covered in cum instead of soap. My lustful look must give away something because you start moving your hands in slow motion across your skin.
You make a show of moving the soap around your chest. Pushing the white liquid around, squeezing your glistening tits, and biting your bottom lip. You say, "I could use a hand with my backside." Then hand me the soap and turn around.
I start scrubbing at your shoulders, releasing another torrent of the white bubbles down your body. I firmly start massaging your neck and shoulders taking advantage of your slick body.
I waste little time on the small of your back and start rubbing your cheeks, taking my time staring at them covered in soap. Again my imagination taking over.
As I'm playing with your ass and picturing what's to come, you tell me to not forget your legs.
I switch positions with you and have a seat so the water runs down your back. There's still some bubbles on your neck and chest that catch my attention.
You spread my legs apart and put your bare foot dangerously close to my dick and we both smile at that for some reason. Then you slide it under my balls teasing me with your toes.