Gone were Mr. Archer and Miss. Newman. They were now Chester and Philomena, and Philo couldn't help but embrace how right and real it felt.
She'd never felt physically closer to another person in her life, it all felt different as they teased and just enjoyed each other for the first time in a while. Chester had left her feeling worshiped.
Without realizing it, her hand drifted to her breast, where her fingers began to tease her tender nipple. Moaning softly, she remembered the sounds as Chester came, the wicked things he whispered into her ear, and the force of him thrusting in and out of her.
Closing her eyes, she felt the hot water rain over her skin as her hand slid down her stomach to her heated flesh. She was already slick. She bit her lip, and groaned slightly as her finger circled the sensitive skin.
The presence of a pair of strong arms encircled around made her gasp in arousal. A large hand belonging to Chester covered hers as well.
