ZEPH
you have a happy personality with a heavy soul
The water dampens the sounds of your orgasms, lending to the intimacy of the moment, the illusion of privacy in this (relatively) public place. You're more than content to hold her against you, rotating so your back to the wall and then sliding down onto the damp ground, the witch still tangled in your arms as water falls over and around you. Anyone who looked could absolutely see your bare ass in the gap between the shower walls and the ground, but let 'em look.
Only she can touch.
"Love y'more," you murmur in response, eyes closed in contentment as your faces come together in an intimate not-quite-kiss, further making it feel as though there's nothing in the world but her. Your cock is slipping out of her, soft now, but it doesn't mean your desire to have her close has waned in the least. The grin you can hear without seeing earns a twin in your own; "This mean y'won't ship me out again? I finally earned m'place?"
Only she can touch.
"Love y'more," you murmur in response, eyes closed in contentment as your faces come together in an intimate not-quite-kiss, further making it feel as though there's nothing in the world but her. Your cock is slipping out of her, soft now, but it doesn't mean your desire to have her close has waned in the least. The grin you can hear without seeing earns a twin in your own; "This mean y'won't ship me out again? I finally earned m'place?"
sometimes, it gets weird
