Cleaning up...then getting dirtier

"It doesn't mean anything, it was just an in the moment thing. You're still fucking disgusting, my body just...did it's thing and it's meaningless. Now help me up and let me wash off all your fucking cum," Carrie said, doing her best to maintain control. She reached up and David yanked her to her feet, with her tumbling towards him and her tits smashing against his chest as he blocked her way to the showerhead. He chuckled, moving one hand to her ass and giving it a squeeze. Possessive. Owning it. Owning her.

"Why rush to clean it off? Women having cum on them is fucking hot," he said, reaching a hand out to her face. He rubbed the cum around, from her forehead and cheek, down her neck and across her tits, exploring her body like he owned it. After a few seconds he moved his hand to her face, covered in his cum.

"Lick. Then I'll let you get under the water."

Carrie looked for a second, then did it. Sticking her tongue out and dragging it hesitantly along his palm. One lick after another, cleaning his hand. Lapping up the thick strands, and you'd swear letting out occasional noises, almost like she enjoyed it. She sucked each finger, getting every bit of cum she could. David chuckled again and reached back, heating up the water as he shifted to let Carrie move under it, washing away what she could and with her back to him. Over the sound of the water you heard David start to talk, watching as he moved and put a hand on Carrie's waist, the other on her shoulder.

"Alright, now you're gonna tell me something, and be honest. Whose tastes better, mine or your boyfriend?" David asked. Your heart stopped as Carrie immediately turned her head around and answered.

"Yours," she said. Zero hesitation. Blurting it out, almost with excitement. As you were peeking in at the door, still wondering if this was all because you had asked, she stammered out to try and correct herself. To rationalize it in some way as David smirked at her.

"I mean it's, yours was more and, it-" she said, cut off by David.

"Don't worry about explaining. You're a good girl for answering honestly. Now let's get you nice and clean," he said. From where you were watching all you saw was his hand move around her body, and you knew exactly where it was going.

David was about to touch your girlfriend's pussy.

Time slowed to a crawl as you watched. You could say something. Bust open the door and stop it before he does. Has this gone too far? Is Carrie still only doing this because you asked, or...could she actually be...enjoying it?

You don't act though, and then you see Carrie jump slightly as he reached his destination.

"David!" she screamed, and what followed was the loudest moan you'd ever heard your girlfriend make. Deep. Animalistic.

"God this cunt is soaked. And so fucking tight."

That meant he had slid a finger inside of her. Inside of your woman. Another moan from Carrie, along with a breathy 'fuck' was barely audible above the water running.

"Oooh, does my little cum dump have a sensitive clit?" David teased, and Carrie tried to cuss him out but all that came out was another glass rattling moan.

"Want another bet? With how you're acting I bet I can make you cum in ten seconds."

"No. No you...you can't. You just...can't..." Carrie said, breathy and struggling. It was almost...begging. Since when does Carrie beg?

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