Bump in the Road

As Patrice's fingers closed around the soap dispenser, Sophia's gaze followed the movement, her eyes narrowing slightly in anticipation. The soft click of the dispenser's mechanism releasing a dollop of soap into Patrice's palm seemed amplified in the misty confines of the shower. Patrice's eyes never left Sophia's as he began to work the soap into a rich lather, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.

The air was heavy with the scent of soap and the lingering aroma of their arousal, and Sophia's skin prickled with sensitivity as Patrice's gaze roamed over her body. Sophia followed in kind and soon the two of them were coating each other in a slippery soapy lather. Sophia paid particular attention to his cock as she managed to lather until it was like steel. Patrice teased Sophia's nipples and abs relying on his cock rubbing against her pussy to convince her to stay longer.

As the soap suds danced across their skin, Sophia's fingers wrapped around Patrice's cock, her grip firm but gentle, coaxing a low growl from his throat. The sound sent a shiver coursing through her body, and she felt her nipples pucker in response. Patrice's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with intensity as he continued to tease her nipples, his fingers pinching and rolling them with a delicate touch.

The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft lapping of the water against their skin and the gentle hum of the showerhead above, "Why do you have to go to this Halloween Party anyway...we can have our own party here."

"I am meeting my husband and best friend there. Are you having issues with the rules already? This was fun but you are a toy that I love to play with but Andrew is my husband."

The mention of Andrew's name seemed to hang in the air, a subtle reminder of the boundaries that existed in their relationship. Patrice's gaze never wavered, his eyes still burning with intensity as he continued to tease Sophia's nipples. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, sending shivers coursing through her body. The soap suds danced across their skin, creating a slippery surface that allowed their bodies to glide effortlessly against each other.

Sophia's grip on Patrice's cock tightened, her fingers wrapping around him like a vice. She could feel the tension building in his body, the muscles in his thighs and abdomen tensing as he struggled to maintain control. "Are we good here?" she asked forcefully as she squeezed his cock and balls to get his attention.