Chapter 140: Shower

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I looked up at him. He was frowning and all his features were tense. I knew that what I had to do now was obey him.

Donald pulled me straight into my room. This was Donald’s first time in my room. Before I could feel ill at ease with the messy furnishings, Donald pulled me into the bathroom again.

As he turned on the shower to wash himself, he took off his shorts. I stood at the side, not knowing what to do. He quickly pulled me over and began to peel my clothes off. He covered my face with his kisses. I looked up in response.

I knew that something must have happened to him, but at this moment, all my questions were unimportant. Donald needed me, and I only needed to respond to him with action.

My clothes were half-hanging from my shoulders. They were stuck to my skin because they were wet. After making no progress up there, Donald began to eagerly remove my dress from the bottom. I raised my hands cooperatively.

Soon the two of us were facing each other stark naked. Donald’s body was perfect. Water droplets flowed from the contours of his inverted triangular muscles. His chest muscles were jumping from the violent breathing, and there was still some blood on his arms.

I put my hand on his shoulder and felt the bulging muscles. Gently, I wiped away the blood. I observed that there were no wounds on Donald’s body. The blood on his body was from elsewhere.

Donald reached for my hand and pulled me into the tub with him. The warm water surrounded us at the same time. I sat on Donald’s lap. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. We just looked at each other and communicated with our minds and bodies.

Then his thing reared up and pressed against my abdomen.

I reached out to touch him. From this angle, I could see what a shocking size Donald’s toy was. I felt it become harder and hotter in my hand. Donald stroked my back with his hand. His urgent and hot breath hit my ear, and he kept pushing his p*nis into my palm.

I looked down and saw that Donald’s sex organ had already turned purple from the heat of lust. The muscles on his solid p*nis were coiled up, and the turtle head at the top was wet with thick fluid. It looked sinister and scary.

I hesitated for a moment before raising my hips slightly. I wanted to take the initiative to swallow Donald’s fluid.

“Wait,” Donald said hoarsely.

I looked at Donald. His hand moved from my back to the front. One hand grabbed my breast. The other reached under me and probed inside, poking in deep and shallow spots.

I couldn’t help but moan at Donald’s actions. His fingers easily awakened my lust, and the familiar heat coursed through my body.

“That’ll do.” Donald withdrew his hands and placed them both on my breasts to knead.

I blushed. I couldn’t tell if it was because of the sex or because of the steam. I raised my butt as I had just done and touched Donald’s erect p*nis with the hole below.

This was the first time I had taken the initiative in sex.

Although we had just had intimate contact last night, I felt at this moment that the thing that was throbbing vigorously under me was frighteningly hot and hard. This posture seemed ambiguous and lewd. The tightly pressed private area below was also a little numb, which produced an indescribable itch.

I was too embarrassed to look down again, so I held Donald’s p*nis in one hand, spread my legs in that direction, and slowly sat down.

I kept twisting my waist and hips back and forth to adjust my position. It looked like I was actively rubbing against that thick sex organ.

I quickly felt the place where we touched become slippery. It wasn’t the touch of water, but it was quickly washed away by the water in the bathtub. I panted softly, feeling a growing and lingering pleasure from below.

Donald urged his crotch upward. He almost pushed it in.

I adjusted my posture one last time and used my one hand to open the hole that was oozing with fluid from under me. I held Donald’s sex organ in the other hand and stuffed it in.

“Uh-oh…”

I felt my body expand. Donald had gone in very deep at this angle. His sex organ invaded my body as irresistibly as he did. I couldn’t help but moan as he moved in, and my eyes were covered with a thin layer of moisture.

I saw Donald’s Adam’s apple move. He panted heavily and kept moving his body up and down, trying to get deeper. I followed his movements and moved my body up and down. I felt my v*gina constantly rubbing against Donald’s p*nis, arousing waves of electric pleasure in my body.

There was a shameful gurgling sound from below.

…

This love affair ended with our deep kiss.

At the last moment, we climaxed at the same time and let out a moan of release. I felt that Donald had given vent to his emotions.