Chapter 200 Amelia

Amelia sagged against the tile, panting—'Mmm... your cum... warm... felt so good'—as he turned the handheld wand on, rinsing her possessively. Gentle streams washed the seed away, his hands following—massaging her back, soaping anew, fingers tracing her spine tenderly. 'Beautiful... all clean now, but still mine.' He pulled her into his chest, water flowing over them, kissing her forehead. 'Baby... I'm beginning to fall in love with this pussy. The way it takes me, milks me... you're addictive.'
She smiled up at him, wrapping arms around his waist—'And I'm yours, Daddy... all of me. Love pleasing you.' They stood under the spray, bodies entwined, the steam wrapping them in a cocoon of afterglow, hearts syncing in the humid haze.
But the tenderness lingered only briefly; LeBron's hands roamed again, soaping her thighs, lifting one leg to hook over his hip. 'One more... can't get enough.' His cock, hardening once more, nudged her entrance—'Slide in slow this time... feel every vein.' She nodded eagerly—'Yes... fill me again... mmm'—as he entered her pussy languidly, the water making it glide effortlessly. Thrusts built gradually, his mouth on her neck, sucking marks—'Nngh... marking you... love these sounds.'