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She turned and bent forward to wash her feet and worked her way up her legs. Ritt made a noise in his throat when she washed between them, her eyes closed, her hand moving exploratively. It felt good, though she didn't think she had any more in her. Not that it mattered. This was all for Ritt.
She rinsed, put away the soap, turned off the water, and spun, dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth before he could react. He cursed, twisting so his shoulders were both against the wall, and bracing his feet on either side of her. Brooke wrapped her hand around his base, stroking in time to the movement of her mouth on his head. She pulled back, sucking hard, and he dug his fingers into her scalp.
"Jesus, Brooke." His hips pressed forward. She cupped his balls with her free hand and took him as deep as she could, then worked him fast and hard. Then soft and slow. Hard and slow. Fast and soft. She applied every variation she could until his scrotum tightened, then she went back to fast and hard, pumping him until he came, roaring his approval and tightening his hands on her enough to cause pain.