When Mike finally pulled away, his cock slipping from her lips, his cock still hard, Jenny wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her breath shallow. He smirked, his hand wrapping around the base as he gave it a slow, deliberate stroke. Tube8 She scrubbed at her body with a loofah, the rough texture biting into her skin as she tried to wash away the memory of their hands, their bodies. She stopped outside her bedroom door, her hand resting on the knob, her breath shallow. The air smelled faintly of bleach and sweat, she slide over the tiles. Slowly, she pulled the blouse over her head, the fabric catching on her arms before she let it fall to the floor.
