"Haa... This is life." Dameon sighs, leaning his head against the wall as he spreads his legs wide open and presses his palm against my chest.
"Hnn..." I agreed in silence, somehow used to the idea of sharing a bath and being in such intimate contact with him as he caressed my head.
"Did I get everything earlier? You were in such a rush to get back. Can't have you falling sick." Dameon asks, his fingers suddenly prodding at my entrance as I jump.
"H-hey!" I panicked, trying to fight his hands away when he easily penetrated me. "Hyah—!"
"Oh, whoops... a little warm water entered. Oh well." Dameon shrugs, roiling and coiling his fingers inside me as I writhed in his grasp.
"S-stop!" I blushed, holding onto the edges of the bathtub for support when he pressed on my prostate. "Ah!"
"Hmm... There's just a bit. Guess I was pretty thorough even on short notice." Dameon mumbles as he slips his fingers out of me and shows me the residue of our previous tryst.
