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Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

A wanton sound emanated from his chest as they kissed and her hand eventually found its way to his cock. As she stroked and brought him to fullness, his kisses grew more languid, more resigned. So that finally, as she sank to her knees before him, in that ages old position of supplication, he made no protest and exhaled in anticipation of what was to come. Those small kisses and licks brought a twitch from his cock, another clear drop of pre sliding from the tip before she eventually wrapped those lush lips around the head.

"Holy christ..." Cross intoned as her mouth finally began to engulf him. He shuddered momentarily as he watched her, his eyes upon hers. His mouth opened a bit and his hands, both of them wound fingers in her hair. "Fuck..." he said, voice low and hungry as his eyes drank in the sight of her, his face a mask of pleasure. As she took him into her throat, nose pressed gently to the crisp hairs at his base, and his balls, still fondled, rested on her chin, he held her there a moment.

Then, as she began to deepthroat him, a feat which was amazing in itself and felt so fucking good, he helped her along. He held her head still once more and, though slowly, he fucked her mouth.

"Take that cock gorgeous." he snarled to her and his pace stepped up a bit, until he was rhythmically fucking her face, wet sounds from her mouth and watching her throat as he plunged into her mouth. The hunger he'd felt earlier was ebbing as she pleasured him, and he knew that, if he kept this up, he'd spurt his seed down her throat in short order. He couldn't have that.

So he pulled her off of him, thick ropes of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening throbbing cock. "Come here." he said, and wiped her mouth a bit as he pulled her up and then kissed her. As he had done before he lifted her and with little effort flipped her, the tops of her thighs resting on his shoulders, the lips of her sex now kissed and pleasured, tongue parting them and delving in a moment before the tip of his tongue ran a teasing circuit around her puckered asshole. He easily held her there with one arm, his other hand moving to the back of her head and practically shoving her mouth down over his cock. As she took him again his mouth feasted on her soaked pussy.
 
Jordan enjoyed the sounds of pleasure coming from him, the way his finger entwined in her hair, the way he fucked her mouth. She also very muchenjoyed the feeling of him in her throat, and when he pulled from her, her breathing was heavy, slightly out of breath from holding it, and because of the building passion. Then he was kissing her again and she moaned into it, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he lifted her off her feet and close to him.

She was slightly disoriented and laughed with a slight squeal when he flipped her upside down, her thighs on top of his shoulder. She gasped as the feel of his tongue, and moaned as he worked his tongue over, "Shit yes," she moaned softly to him.

Her mouth was already going to his cock again before he was pushing her to it, taking him in all the way again, her arms wrapping around his waist, her ankles crossed and calved pressed against the back of his head, moans and groans sounding from her throat when she didn't have him in it.
 
It was her voice, practically dripping with her desire, and literally engulfing his cock, that had Cross the most riled. God he loved a vocal woman. So it was as she deepthroated him, bobbing on his shaft, that he sucked on her clit hard, his index finger pressing at first, then slipping into her ass. he'd had yet to broach this area with Jordan, and he hoped to have her screaming. The question was - would it be in terror or pleasure?

In her mouth he throbbed, a steady stream of oozing pre for her to enjoy as he grew more excited, the head of his cock throbbing hotly in her mouth.

His tongue flicked her clit, over and over as he kept that constant suction, breathing through his nose which was pressed into her soaked folds. His own moans of pleasure send tiny vibrations through her sensitive clit and pussy as well.
 
If he could have seen her face, he would have seen how her eyes rolled to the back of her head with the groan of pleasure she let out. As much as she enjoyed his finger in her ass, she was also hoping that he would slip his cock into it, not yet, not until she'd had him in her now dripping and incredibly hot pussy first. She panted now, quickly, except for when she took him into her throat again, swallowing around him before she had to pull away from him enough to breathe again and even then, she sucked on him, moaning, until moments later a muffled scream could be heard from her and around his big, hard, and throbbing cock. Being upside down, she was growing dizzy, though the powerful orgasm she'd just had helped with that alot.
 
Her silky hair brushed along his thighs and Cross' member kept feeding her drops of that clear thick pre as she sucked him. His thighs trembled and he knew, just knew that he was going to have to be inside of her soon. That index finger slowly worked in and out of her ass, while his mouth refused to relinquish her gently pulsing and now swollen clit. His tongue swirled and tapped over her clit and its hood, sending various sensations through her... until he could actually feel her pussy quiver as she came. A grin on his lips he let her ride that wave, attentions on that bundle of nerves more gentle now so she could recover. Until, after a moment, he pulled his mouth from her, his chin and lips covered with her lust.

"C'mon and fuck me, baby girl." he said, voice soft and low, guttural in his desire and he easily but carefully righted Jordan. His cock glistened with her saliva and a thick line of pre, even now, descended from the tip to the floor in a slow drip.

As usual, and because he knew she liked being in charge sometimes, Cross waited. He wanted her to take him how she wanted him - he frankly didn't care, so long as he was buried in her tight cunt.
 
She simply leaned into him for a moment before she pushed him onto the couch, quickly following him so she could straddle his hips, even as she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She lifted her hips over him, pressing the head of his shaft against her hot, wet fold. She didn't slide onto him yet though, she was anticipating the feel of him in her. Jordan rested her hands on his shoulders, then pulled back from the hot kiss before she slowly, very slowly impaled herself on him. It was almost torture, she wanted him inside of her right then and there, but she also wanted to feel him slowly fill her, slowly stretch her. It was the last want, need that won over, slowly feeling him slide inside of her. Her arms tightening around his shoulders as she placed her hands on the back of his head, urging his mouth forward to her breasts, "Fuck yes, you feel good in me," she moaned.

Then she looked down at him as she finally him in her completely, she rocked her hips over him slowly, slowly.

"Cross.. suck my nipples.. I need your lips on them," she added to him then, still rocking and now lifting her hips over him.
 
Cross willingly fell back onto the couch, the blanket Jordan had been using before now acting as backdrop for the two lovers as she climbed atop him. That slow torturous descent his him wriggling, trying so desperately, wanting so desperately to simply lift his hips and bury himself into her. That immense heat, tight wetness.... it drew him in and what could only be described as a whimper escaped his lips. Then... he was sheathed fully in her, cock throbbing gently nestled inside of her tight body as he stretched her and filled her.

"God... so... tight... baby...." he gasped out, eyes rolling into the back of his head as her pussy gripped him. Then her hands were on the back of his head and it took a few moments for her words to cut through the fog of pleasure in his brain.

"Mhmm." he finally agreed and leaned forward eagerly, shifting himself beneath her, his cock sliding along silken inner walls as his mouth wantonly rook one nipple and sucked upon it, gentle at first, then more insistently, hard. Teeth scraping over that sensitive bud momentarily as his arm snaked about her slender form.

Below and behind her he invaded her again, a finger sliding, as it had moments before, into her tight rear entrance. He could feel his cock inside of her through that thin membrane, bare protection from the double penetration, though the one in her ass was slight compared to his turgid shaft within her sex. That finger slowly began to work in and out of her, other fingers teasing over perineum and along the most nether of her sex, along bundles of nerves and one finger slipping into her pussy beside his cock, just that added bit of different sensation, for the both of them.

Fingers alternated until both lay settled inside of each entrance, as Cross sucked hungrily on her nipples, licking and flicking over them in pure ecstasy.
 
She held his head to her breasts as he sucked and licked and scraped his teeth over them, moaning and groaning at what he did with his mouth, as much as she moaned and groaned at the feel of him inside of her. Her own head fell back after she gasped softly in startlement, then pleasure at the feel of him stuffing a finger inside each of her below the waist entrances, filling her to the brim. Her hips started to pick up the pace as she grew more and more excited, turned on, passionate.

She rocked her hips with him deep inside of her, moving his cock, and finger, within her, before she would lift her hips to slide those members out then back in, her back arched so she could thrust her breasts against his lips and tongue, "God.. yes.. you feel.. good," she gasped out between panting groans.
 
Cross sighed against her breasts as she rocked her hips, her gasp filling him with need, and then, gently, another finger joined his cock and finger in her pussy, stretching her yet further and he applied just a small bit of pressure, ever so slightly, but enough that she could feel his finger in her ass, rubbing at himself - most assuredly a strange sensation, but not altogether unpleasant.

Her hips rose and fell, his arm tensed slightly and letting her fuck herself on cock and fingers as he eagerly sucked and licked her nipples as her breasts were pushed into his face. "Mmmm..." he intoned in answer to her words and he leaned back then, pulling her with him, so that he could move his own hips, fingers plunging into her entrances as he plumbed her depths with his cock, that swollen head tapping at the entrance to her womb, the bundle of nerves there tingling with each descent she made, pushing herself onto that throbbing rod of heat that stretched her.

"Fuck me hard baby..." he said as he lifted his head. His thighs trembled beneath her and her sex gripped at him, milked him, begging him for his seed. But he refused. Not yet. Her pussy was hot, that damp heat radiated over his crotch and thighs and yet, he wanted to plumb the depths of her most intimate and taboo of places, and he wanted to watch her face as he did so.

"Let me fuck your ass baby girl." he said, not truly asking, but telling her his intent. "Don't you want that thick cock in your ass?" he asked, smile predatory and cajoling at the same time.
 
"Oh.. shit.. not yet.." she gasped, "almost.. there," she continued on as she picked up the pace more, she skipped a few notches and just went straight riding him as hard and fast as she could, her fingers gripping the back of his head as she cried out with the pleasure. She grew louder and louder, faster and harder. It didn't take her much longer until her wet, silken walls drenched his shaft and fingers more, and clenched tightly around him as she screamed loudly in her orgasmic pleasure.

She leaned forward into him then, bending far enough to steal his lips from her breasts as she panted and kissed him hotly, her hips still rocking and lifting over him, though much more slowly now, soft groans escaping her lips as she quivered over him, around him, slowly coming down from that wave of pleasure.
 
Cross groaned in disappointment and pleasure both as she denied him, yet began to ride him hard and fast, the slap of skin on skin and the smell of sex heavy in the air. Her pussy clenched tight then, and a flooding warmth washed over his shaft as she came, silken walls collapsing and clenching around his cock, and her asshole gripping his finger tight. Her scream echoed through the home and then she leaned into him and they kissed with an unbridled wanton passion that gripped them both tightly.

Jordan's hips still rocked over him, and he could feel how slowly she was going now, the short crisp hairs at the base of his shaft tantalizing her swollen clit. Her sex trembled, having climaxed at least twice that he knew of, and he planned to render her senseless. He had little idea how fast her mother and daughter might be back, so Cross hugged her close, got his feet beneath him, stood, and turned. Soon Jordan was laid out on her back, legs splayed wantonly to either side of him as he grasped her ankles.

Her a moment he thought of simply railing her hard, so delicious she looked like that, with his cock buried inside of her. But he wanted more. He wanted her in a way he had not yet experienced, and so he pulled his hips back, his cock bobbing free of those tight confines in much the same manner as he had from his clothes earlier. He was glistening, dripping even, and he reached down to place the swollen head of his cock to her tight puckered hole.

He kept his eyes on her and pressed forward, just enough for that ridged head to gently press into her, that tightness a completely different feel than her tight cunt. He stopped there though, letting her feel how he stretched her, throbbed inside of her tight ass. And he had to ask, "You want more, don't you, you sexy bitch. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock buried in your ass." His eyes had narrowed in this game and he pulled back ever so slightly. Just enough to threaten the abandonment of her body, though the very tip of his cock still pressed heatedly to her hole.
 
Jordan grasped his shoulders tightly as he laid her on her back, not caring at all in how he spread her legs around him, his hands wrapped around her ankles and holding them over her head. She gasped as her eyes widened in surprise, and much anticipation, her hips even lifted up, just so she could try to get him in a little more. Her hands went to the back of his neck and she gently tried to tug him down, "I want more. I want all of, in my ass, the way I've had you in my throat and pussy," she said in a throaty voice full of passion. When he had tried to pull away from her, even a little, she lifted her ass to him again, trying to make sure he didn't abandon her yet, "I need it, Cross, I need you to fuck me," she added on, her green eyes dark with passion and anticipation.
 
Cross wasted no more words then, as Jordan had said it all, all that he had wanted to hear, and with eyes hungry wit his desire for her, his passion for her, he pressed his hips forward. As soon as the crown of that impressive shaft popped into her tight entrance, his hand let go. There was no more need for guidance and he fully intended to lose himself in this experience.

He leaned over her, loomed over her - this position one of power, dominance. His hands had roughly grabbed her ankles again, slight as they were and splayed her legs wide once more, nearly bending her in half so that she had little choice but to lift her ass from the couch, angled up so that he could plunge down.

Oh, but he did not plunge. He, as she had him, lowered himself into her tight wanton ass with a torturously slow descent. He did, however, lower his head to hers. A scant inch or two in fact, close enough she could feel his breath, smell him, but not quite kiss him, and see every expression on his face. A low rumbling growl sounded from him, as if he were some beast - and in truth he was. Come to take her as he saw fit, and with her blessing no less.

Slowly, inch by inch, he slid that cock into her ass. Able to feel every ridge and nuance of that swollen shaft, he grinned as he watched her face, stretching her, filling her up... until he was fully buried in her ass, balls deep.

He rested there then, simply letting her feel how she stretched around him, and he how tight she was. "Happy now?" he asked, with a grin, wiggling his hips just slightly to move himself inside of her, balls tickling along her skin.
 
Feeling him slide into her slowly, filling her, stretching, she wriggled under him, trying to lift her hips further to hasten his entrance. Except with the way he had her positioned, she couldn't move much, if at all, her hands and arms could though. She gripped the back of his head and neck and moaned, and panted with pleasure as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her tight ass, "Fuck yes," she said breathlessly as he was finally buried inside of her completely. She grinned back at him, "Are you?" she asked him in return as she wriggled her own ass with his hips, moving himself inside of her more after he'd done the same.
 
The way she clung to him was wonderful and her breaths and moaning was delectable. So as she asked her question, with his cock buried in her ass no less, he kissed her. Hot and passionate, a wanton sound escaping him before he broke that kiss and said breathlessly. "I am. Though..." he slowly pulled back and then began to work his hips, "I'm going to fuck you senseless Jordan."

Slowly, languidly, he began to move in and out of her, burying himself in slow liquid strokes inside of her body. Though as she began to grow more accustomed to him, her ass clenching and tightening with each inward stroke, he began to move more quickly. He never quite reached a pace like he might have with her pussy, but in short order he was in a decent steady rhythm and with enough force that the front legs of the couch lifted from the floor to slam back down as he pulled back.

"Touch yourself. Put your fingers inside your pussy and feel my cock in your ass, you sexy bitch." he intoned with a snarl and to emphasize his point he gave her a hard harp thrust inward, then another, then another - each slow pull nearly out of her tight puckered ass met with a sudden inward poke that had her suddenly filled and stretched again.

Her clit was very swollen now, and he wished he could somehow plunder her ass and suck and lick her clit at the same time, but he wasn't that flexible. She could touch herself, however and he wanted her to. "Play with your pussy baby, and let me just fuck your sweet little ass." he said and began once more that steady rhythmic fuck.
 
She smiled broadly at his statement of fucking her senseless, "You've done a fantastic job of it so far," she said softly, throatily.

As he started to slowly work himself into her she gasped at the pleasure of this unfamiliar territory, moaning with the pleasure. Her whole body quivered from the previous orgasms, as well as with the current pleasure that was building up, she didn't even hesitate at his order to her. Nor dd she question it, she just did it. She reaced down between them and pinched and rolled her clit between her thumb and forefinger for a few moments before she slipped a finger into her still soaking pussy, feeling his thrusting, throbbing cock through that thin wall that seperated the entrances.

She moaned at his words as well as the feel of his thick cock in her ass, and her slight finger in her pussy, wiggling it around against the wall that was over his shaft, "Fuck yes, you feel good there too," she gasped between moans.
 
Her gasps had him smiling and her words brought a husky laugh. "I'll do better even." he promised, and he watched her face as he plumbed the depth of her ass, the tight entrance grasping at his cock greedily. Then her fingers were inside of her and he could feel them along his cock, and he bared his teeth, eyes fluttering at the sensations along his shaft. He loved that she loved this, that she loved to feel him in so many ways - in her backside and also with her fingers as he plundered her.

The pace of her assfucking picked up a bit, the couch scooting along the hardwood floor with small squeaks and sounds until he had it backed against the nearest wall, a brace for the piece of furniture as, by now, her rear had become used to him.

He grinned then and pulled out, looking down at that tight hole now stretched a bit, and as she began to close, her body's natural reaction, he plunged back in. Out.... then back in.... Cross did this several times, each penetration like a new intrusion into her lithe body. His balls bounced off of her cheeks, and he bit his lower lip as he adjusted a bit and plunged back into her sopping pussy the moment her fingers abandoned that pink invitation.

He slammed into her, a hard and fast pace that had her bouncing beneath him, tits jouncing with each thrust, and his balls teasing her sensitive asshole which he'd just abandoned. Not for long though, as he pulled out of her altogether and roughly flipped her over, and grabbed her by the waist and carried her to one end of the couch, bending her over. Pulling her back so her rear was presented he wasted no time in sliding his cock into her ass again, a different angle now, and his balls resting on the dripping folds of her sex.
 
She cried out pleasure when he slammed into her pussy, more than a few expletives slipped through her lips, but then he abandoned her, though it was only long enough to reposition her on the couch and flip her over. She cried out in wanton pleasure again as he sank himself into her ass once more, at the different angle, and clutched at the arm of the couch as she gasped with that cry. She'd completely let her guard down with him, not fighting for control, simply letting him do what he wished with her and damn if she didn't enjoy it, she was thoroughly enjoying it all. She'd never known such pleasure.

Sure, she'd enjoyed sex with her now ex-husband, when things were going well, but it had never been anything like this. Her sex and ass were thoroughly used, abused and violated and she loved every second of it. The sounds she made, the movements also to get him in and moving spoke as much, that she was loving this, and she was close again. Close to yet another crashing wave of orgasmic ecstasy, and she could tell that this one was going to wipe her mind of what little coherent thought was left.

She didn't care though. Hell no. She wanted it, needed it actually, and wanted and needed him to have the same experience.
 
Her cries of pleasure were matched by his groans and grunts of the same, as well as exertion as he pushed and pulled that thickness in and out of her - her tightness making him work for it. This was no loose woman, and he had to admit that eased his heart as well. The both of them were fairly pristine, and the thought that he was the only one to have given her the pipe like this for some time.... "Uuuhhnng..... uuhhnng.... uuhng..uhng..uhhng..uhng.uhng.uhng.uhng..." Those slower more steady strokes and thrusts gave way to a heated pounding, his own grunts reflecting that as her ass jiggled from the force he was applying.

That ass.

God it was fine. But something was missing as he plunged deep into her backside. Ah, that was it.

His right hand delivered a sharp smack, the sound echoing dully in the room. Then another. Then yet another. His cock filling her ass while he spanked her, like a punishment - though for doing good. For showing him pleasure.

Soon her cheek was glowing red, warm to the touch, and he had the other one to do. He grinned at the thought that she might not be able to sit comfortably, twisted as that might be. So his left hand went to work, repeating. Though he pulled from her ass, unable to resist the weeping cunt at the apex of her thighs. No pause in those sharp slaps as he plunged into her sopping pussy, wet sounds from her tight channel as she took all he could give, as fast and as hard as he could, her hips now grasped firmly with her bent over the arm of the couch. Her body bounced off his cock, balls spanking her clit and tits hanging like ripe fruit and swaying, bouncing with each good thrust.

"Good christ baby...." he grunted out...
 
She cried out in shock from the slaps on her ass, soon though, with the slaps, she gasped, and moaned. The small pang that it delivered seemed to accentuate the pleasure, heighten it all the more and it made her grip the arm even more, until her knuckles were bone white. It was a few slamming and fast thrusts back into her pussy that threw her over the edge, figuratively speaking, the pressure she'd been feeling building up suddenly bursted and she screamed loudly in the intensity of that explosive wave. He didn't seem to be done yet, so she rode out that wave with him still pounding into her, sending her off higher and higher until it was almost painful. Almost.

It wasn't though. It was the brightest, most beautiful experienced she'd had with another man, and damn but she wanted more!

She tilted her hips up and pushed back onto him even more, not that he needed that help, he had a firm grip on her hips and already had her on that position.

"Fuck.. yes," she gasped, "Cum inside me, Cross, cum in me," she groaned to him between pants, groans and grunts.
 
Her cries were as music to his ears, dulcimer tones of persuasion that urged him onward. Her clenching and rippling channel gripped his cock tight, trying to milk him of his seed - her body begging for it.

Then her lovely mouth did as well.

"Fuck!" Cross grunted out as her pussy convulsed and quivered around his throbbing cock buried deep within her, that swollen head tapping insistently at the entrance to her womb, the bundle of nerves there keeping her balanced on the edge between exquisite pleasure and tingling pain. Cross kept up the pace, a sheen of sweat on his toned and muscled body now as he pounded into her from behind.

It was her words which carried him over that precipice, and as she begged for him to spill inside of her - he did just that. With powerful thrusts and a cursed grunt, he trembled behind her and slowed, allowing her to feel that powerful throbbing; then that telltale pulsing as he spurted inside of her. White hot liquid, sticky ropes of seed which washed her walls and filled her up to the point it oozed out around his cock.

He shuddered and then started again, slower and yet still forceful, the added slickness allowing him to plunder that tight orifice easier, the sticky wet sounds from him fucking her tight cunt now very, very noticeable.

"Fuck yes.... baby girl.... damn you're good." he growled and pulled out, cock and her pussy both oozing his seed, and he gave her ass one final slap, a crack that echoed around the room, and made her pussy quiver and lose even more of his seed as it slid down her thighs. A sexy fucking sight if anyone asked Cross. Her swollen pink sex, flushed in her arousal, and dripping in her juices and his cum.
 
Jordan gave off one final long, loud scream of pleasure as he went over his own edge. She moaned and groaned softly as he slowly pumped inside of her, feeling the throbbing manhood and spurting of his seed. She didn't notice the mess they'd made. She was too busy reveling in the pleasure, and simply falling limp over the arm of the couch, panting.

At his last words, she gave a soft, throaty chuckle, "Very glad you think so," she said to him quietly, green eyes closing as she took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, a very satiated grin on her lips, "I don't know how you do it, but you know what buttons to press with me," she said after she opened her eyes turned her neck a little so she could peer up at him.

Slowly she turned herself over and stretched a little, that silly grin still on her face. Her skin flushed from the pleasure. She sat up a little and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a sound, passionate, sweet kiss on the lips, her own lips still curved in that smile. When she pulled away slowly, she looked around, "I'm thinking we might need to clean this room up a bit," she said as she looked back over at him, a single eyebrow slightly arched, that grin still playing on her lips.
 
That scream sent a shiver along his spine, a primal answer to her ecstasy that he had given her, and her to him. He relished the power she had given him, that he had taken, and he watched as she turned herself over, seed dribbling along silky flesh. Fuck she was ravishing.

"I know so." he said in answer and then he chuckled. "Let's just agree that we both push the buttons of the other. In wonderful, wonderful ways." he said with a grin. He returned her kiss lovingly, with as much passion and fervor as she showed him, his hands pulling her close, pressed into soft flesh.

At her comment about the room he nodded. "I'll help you with that, lover." he said and gave her a wink. It wasn't like he wasn't gonna play grab-ass while they cleaned.
 
Jordan nodded and quickly re-dressed. Then, with Cross's help, they put the couch back to where it belonged, along with anything else that had been in their way during their fevered coupling. She straightened up some, "Go ahead and finish up in here, I'm going to grab some air freshener," she said to him with a grin then she stuck her tongue out at him quickly and ran out of the room to the cleaning closet that was next to the laundry room at the end of the hall. Grabbing the lavender scented FeBreeze she made her way back to the TV room and started spraying it down. She looked over at Cross again, and felt her heart skip a beat and do a little 'pitter-patter' effect.

It made her smile. He made her smile, and laugh, and wanton. Even vulnerable. The biggest thing for her was, she felt safe to be vulnerable with him. For the first time in years, she didn't have to be the only strong person around. She felt with Cross, she'd be able to have help with that.

She looked around the room again, "I think I'm going to shower and change clothes," she said to him, "Would you like to keep me company?" she asked then. She had the master bedroom, and her shower stall was big enough for the both of them.

"It take awhile for my mother to get to town, especially with snow on the road, very cautious driver," she continued on, "so we should still have plenty of time to at least get cleaned up a little."
 
Cross grabbed his clothes and slipped back into his underwear, and then helped Jordan pick up a bit. Once they were done he smirked at her suggestion. "Really now? You really think that shower will be all that 'clean'? I sure as fuck am gonna join you and you know, I doubt it will be all that clean at all." He winked and took her hand as he twined fingers and grabbed his clothes as they headed upstairs.
 
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