"Let wash you, Alex," Autumn said with a playful, seductive smile as she reached for my cock.
We were standing together under the warm shower spray, the water cascading over our naked bodies.
She squeezed a generous amount of body wash onto her palm and then wrapped her soapy hand around my thick, semi-hard cock, starting to wash from there.
"You could wash my back first," I said, smiling at her obvious intentions.
"No, Alex... this needs extra care," she replied, her voice low and teasing as her fingers slowly stroked up and down my shaft, spreading the slick body wash over every inch.
It felt less like washing and more like she was deliberately trying to make my cock hard again. Her grip was gentle but firm, her thumb circling the sensitive head while her other fingers massaged the thick veins along the length.
My cock, still sensitive and half-hard after cumming inside her earlier, began to twitch and swell under her touch, growing heavier in her hand.
"Fuck, Autumn... you are not washing properly," I groaned, my voice rough as her seductive touch sent sparks of pleasure through .
She wasn’t just cleaning , she was stroking with slow, deliberate movents, squeezing just enough to make my cock throb and leak a fresh bead of precum that mixed with the soap.
Autumn looked up at with dark, mischievous eyes, biting her lower lip as she continued. "I think I’m doing it just right," she whispered, her hand twisting slightly around the head before sliding back down to the base.
Her other hand joined in, cupping my balls and gently massaging them with soapy fingers, rolling them softly while her first hand kept pumping my now fully hardening cock.
The warm water rained down on us, making her skin glisten and her heavy breasts bounce slightly with every movent of her arms.
She was clearly enjoying herself, taking her ti to wash , her fingers exploring every ridge and vein as if she couldn’t get enough of feeling my cock grow harder in her grasp.
"You know babe, I’m gonna be late for the banquet," I groaned as she squeezed my cock.
Autumn leaned in closer, her heavy, soft breasts pressing firmly against my chest, her hardening nipples brushing and teasing my own stiff nipples as she whispered hotly against my ear, "See? It needed extra care... and it looks much better now."
My shaft had already hardened again under her touch, thick, veiny, and throbbing in her palm.
It was easier to clean it now with the body wash, the slick lather allowing her fingers to glide smoothly up and down the entire length, from the base all the way to the swollen, sensitive head.
As Autumn started washing my chest now, playing with my nipples, my mind wandered to the royal banquet.
The royal banquet was supposed to be elegant, formal, and full of high-society people, politicians, businessn, other royal families.
Everyone would be dressed in their finest, watching every move, judging every interaction. And in the middle of it all, Aria planned to publicly break up with her fiancé and present as her new man.
But her mother had seen earlier today, balls-deep in Tracy, one of her own employees, in a public fitting room.
She had closed the curtain without a word, but she had seen everything, my thick cock stretching Tracy’s ass, the way the married woman moaned for , the raw, filthy way I was claiming her.
Now, tonight, that sa woman would be at the banquet, watching her daughter introduce , the sa young man who had just been destroying one of her staff’s holes, as her official boyfriend.
The possibilities raced through my mind as I stood in the shower with Autumn.
Would Lady Emilia expose ? Would she pull Aria aside and tell her what she saw? Or would she stay silent, watching with those sharp, knowing eyes, wondering what kind of man her daughter had chosen?
And what about the fiancé? He would be there too, expecting to be by Aria’s side as usual. How would he react when she dumped him publicly and brought forward instead?
"Alex, you look tense," Autumn said softly as she continued washing my chest, deliberately pressing her slick, soapy breasts against .
Her full, heavy tits slid up and down my skin, her hard nipples dragging across my chest as she used her body to clean , her hands roaming over my shoulders and abs.
"Yeah, I was just thinking about the party," I replied, snapping back to the present mont.
"Why don’t you invite ?" Autumn suggested, her voice turning low and seductive as she looked up at with dark, playful eyes. "I have a perfect tight dress for the occasion. It has a low cut in the front, and you know how my ass would look in that."
She gave a little sway of her hips, emphasizing her thick curves. "If the party gets boring, we could always sneak off to so empty room..."
"Yeah, it sounds aweso," I said, "but soone invited as their date, so..."
"Who?" Autumn asked, stopping her movents and looking at more intently, her hands still resting on my chest.
"It’s my college friend," I said, reaching out to squeeze her soapy breasts, feeling their heavy, slippery weight in my palms as my thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples.
"Your college friend, huh?" she said, her tone teasing but with an edge. "Is she pretty? Does she have curves like mine?" She glanced down at her own body, then back up at , clearly fishing for reassurance while her hips subtly rolled against .
"Will there be older won at the party?" Autumn asked, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and subtle jealousy.
She knew from experience exactly how much older, thick won excited , how their mature curves, soft bodies, and experienced hunger could drive wild.
"Yeah, it’s a royal party," I replied, standing directly under the shower spray as I washed myself, letting the warm water rinse away the body wash from my chest and shoulders. "I’m sure there will be many older royal won there."
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