A chill ran down her spine as he spoke into her ear, the deep voice resonating in her chest. Nails couldn’t hold back the smile, even as he slipped between her thighs, teasing her. She could feel her labia twitch in anticipation with each stroke across them. Her hips began to roll and move in kind. It was infuriatingly pleasant.<br/><br/>A few squeaks of pleasure would echo against the tiled walls whenever his fingers pinched the small buds on her chest. But that couldn’t compare to the sound that soon reverberated from her core and past her throat. It was a low groan as her hips stopped rolling. She wanted to hang her head, but his hand in her hair didn’t allow that, and she was more than fine with that. Again, she loved the bit of pain it brought her compared to the satisfying pleasure of his length inserting into her, inch by inch, until he was as deep as could be.<br/><br/>As he began to rub her, her walls reacted in kind, clenching down around him with each deep, slow, sensual lunge. With the steadiness came more moans, similar to the first. She could already feel a thicker flow of fluids reach her legs, mixing with the hot water falling all around them. “F-fuck...” she stuttered between her groans, delighting in every sensation, “A-Axle...” this time it came out as a whisper. She wasn’t sure for how long she could handle this pace. She reached a hand back, struggling to hold herself up with just one, but she grabbed at his hair regardless, pulling him more forcefully against her neck as his hand pulling her hair tilted her head to the side exposing more of the sensitive skin to him.