“You can fold her up and bring her home in a basket with you if you want.” “Oh?” Doc paused, his foot only half in his shoe. “Baby, if I wait for you, neither of us will have any underwear.” Carrie snorted. Her body was still flushed from her climax. “Laundry.” Carrie got out, drying off and wrapping a towel around her head, coming out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the bed, pulling his socks on. “What are you doing today?” Doc called from the bedroom. “You wish!” She called, her hoarse voice belying her words, as Doc rushed out to get dressed. “That should hold you for a little while.” “There.” Doc grinned, wiping his face with the back of his hand. She fed him every last bit of her orgasm, sliding off the stool to the floor of the tub near the end, collapsing into a sweet, wet puddle of jelly at his feet. “Oh baby, I’m gonna come all over your face!”Īnd that’s just what she did, giving him what they both wanted, her body convulsing with electric heat, her husband a conduit. “Gonna come,” she panted, her eyes closing.
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