Even with two bullet holes, he's still the perfect specimen of a man. So cut and defined, hard in all the right places.
He watches me, his breathing uneven, his good hand braced against the tile wall.
Speaking of being hard in all the right places, I smile and move lower.
My soapy hands wrap around his cock, and he groans, his head falling back.
"Leni…"
I stroke him slowly, my grip firm, the soap making everything smooth. His hips jerk forward as I run my hand up and down his shaft.
"How's that feel?" I ask, looking up at him, seeing the pleasure in his eyes.
"Fucking amazing," he says, a smile playing on his lips.
I laugh and rinse him off under the spray, the water washing away the suds.
Then I drop to my knees.
The shower floor tile is hard beneath me, but I don't care. I look up at him, water dripping down his body, his cock hard and ready in front of my face.
He licks his lips as I take him in my hand, stroking once, twice before leaning forward and licking the tip. His taste floods my mouth, salt and heat, and I moan, taking him deeper.
His good hand fists my hair, gripping tight as I work him with my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard, and his groan echoes off the tile walls.
"Fuck, Leni," he gasps. "Your mouth feels so good," he says, bucking his hips slightly.
I take him deeper, my hand working what I can't fit, and his hips thrust forward, harder this time. I gag slightly but don't stop, letting him use my mouth, letting him take what he needs.
The water beats down on us, steam all around me, and I lose myself as his hard cock slides against my tongue while I listen to the sounds he makes above me.
"Fuck, baby," he says, pushing my head down on his cock. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"
I nod, my mouth full. "Mmm."
"Yeah," he says, swaying his hips. "Bad girls get taught lessons," he says, and thrusts forward, making me gag.
"That's it. Take all of me. Let me hear you gag, baby," he says, thrusting faster.
I gag over and over as he fucks my face, spit sliding down my chin, but I don't stop.
After a few seconds, he pulls out completely, drool linking between my lips and his tip, and I gasp for air.
My mouth is full of saliva, so I spit on his cock and he slides back in, making me gag again, giving me all of him.
I double my efforts now, wanting to taste his come. I start sucking harder, my hand twisting at the base, and he goes still, letting me work him.
"I'm… fuck, I'm close," he says, his voice tight as he grips my hair.
I feel his cock growing larger in my mouth, my jaw wide as I keep my pace.
He growls and twitches, and hot, thick come spills into my mouth. I keep going, swallowing everything he gives me. I don't stop until he's shaking, his grip in my hair loosening.
I pull back slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and I look up at him.
"I am your good girl, aren't I?" I ask, smiling.
His chest heaves, his eyes dark and wild, and he stares down at me like I've just destroyed him.