He felt a fist encircle his c**k and grip it, the soft skin slipping easily up and down the rigid interior. Fiona reversed her grip and Matt could feel her palm rubbing across the crown, the soap lubricating the way. She dropped to a squatting position and her lips forming a big "O" shape, sucked him inside her mouth, taking him right back to her throat. She looked up at him and their eyes met. He could see one hand busy between her legs as the other hand stroked the base of his c*ock.
Grinning she released him from her mouth and stood, turning away from him, her arms braced against the wall. She spread her legs apart and Matt reached between them, feeling her soft folds. He slipped a finger between them and found her slick inside.
Bending his knees, he lined up his c**k with her ……
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