ZEPH
you have a happy personality with a heavy soul
It's not an excuse to slap her ass, though you'd be remiss if you didn't take the opportunity to give it a very healthy squeeze. A man's gotta show his woman adequate appreciation, after all. But you're much more satisfied with the hum of contentment and the way she relaxes into your touch than you really have a right to be, your careful attention to her body punctuated only by rumbling kisses upon her neck as she pulls away the lush dark hair.
"I need this" you reply simply, letting the wash cloth linger over the curve of her ass and then creep forward across her abdomen. The way you reach around her of course forces you to press your body against her back, warm water cascading over both of you as your other hand looks to lace into hers. "I needed you." The cotton washcloth traces up her sternum now, gently wiping over abundant breasts, the intimacy of the moment better than any booze.
"I need this" you reply simply, letting the wash cloth linger over the curve of her ass and then creep forward across her abdomen. The way you reach around her of course forces you to press your body against her back, warm water cascading over both of you as your other hand looks to lace into hers. "I needed you." The cotton washcloth traces up her sternum now, gently wiping over abundant breasts, the intimacy of the moment better than any booze.
sometimes, it gets weird
