<strong>Mordecai ~ with Emma</strong><br/><br/>Mordecai could feel the dampness. The soaping wet over his fingers. He pressed two fingers into her. A rhythm she had not been able to resist earlier. He watched her shoulder rise and fall quickly. She twisted her melon against his face as he swallowed and chew her nipples. His body pressing her hips to the wall.<br/><br/>Mordecai wanted her to cum. No excuse. No denial. Orgasm on his terms. That was the ownership part. His choices. His desires for her. Pushing her to the edge and then further. Wanting to toss her into the heat of her climax.<br/><br/>