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Chapter 8 by Bluepixiegurl316 Bluepixiegurl316

What sort of mood is Ashley in once Corey arrives?

A passionate one, just like Corey.

Corey hadn't run all this way for no reason. He was a young man fueled by hormones, a passion for appreciating the best hentai goon fuel available, and a newfound love for a remarkable girl with blue hair.

Ashley had her hair back in a ponytail and was wearing a small yellow tank top and matching stretch cotton panties with white lace trim.

Corey and Ashley swiftly found themselves engaged in passionate, heavenly kisses right at her front door. Corey, drenched in sweat, made Ashley realize she needed a shower as well, and the two would be lovers headed towards the bathroom.

Corey felt an unprecedented surge of excitement. He had never showered with anyone besides his mother when he was younger. Memories of his mother flooded his mind as he undressed and looked at Ashley. At that moment, Corey couldn't determine whether it was Ashley's smile, her whimsical sense of humor, or simply how caring she was, but he realized she reminded him of his mother.

The sensation was both intense and heartfelt, until Corey suddenly remembered the terrible situation his mother was in. "She's in the clutches of that evil landlord," he thought to himself, still gazing at his girlfriend Ashley as they both undressed and Ashley hung up clean towels. Corey felt his heart racing as he took in the beauty of Ashley's petite yet athletic body, her trimmed pubic hair, her perky upturned teardrop breasts, her light patch of underarm hair, and her blushing sun kissed skin.

"I don't think this shower will help your dirty mind," Ashley joked as the pair stole some more kisses before she went to warm the shower water.

Corey smiled trying to play cool, but inside he was a mix of different emotions. The image of Ashley being held captive by her own landlord invaded his thoughts. This was especially true as she stepped inside the shower and, through the clear glass, gave Corey a view of warm water running down her perfect body. In his mind's eye he could see her kneeling in that very shower, her pretty lips wrapped around a large cock while the man's greedy hands tangled her hair, and his wicked smile and aged fat face looked gleefully down at her.

The overwhelming feeling became too much for him and Corey's mind defended his own sanity by forcing him to imagine himself….

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How does Corey imagine himself?

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