Get Cleaned Up

Natalie flexed a hand experimentally, and the sensations relayed down her body let Aaron become acutely aware of how sticky she still was.

"I think I'll freshen up a bit. It's been a long day and I am fucking gross."

Aaron's view pivoted as Natalie made her way into the bathroom, jumping into the shower and blasting herself with hot water. He was desperately trying to think of a way to regain control that didn't involve getting horny when a hand slunk down Natalie's stomach and began to massage him in a way that went beyond merely washing.

"You're a bit quiet down there," Natalie teased.

Aaron was unable to resist the arousal that her body began pushing into him. It was humiliating, but overwhelmingly pleasurable as he felt himself open up to the fresh water cascading down Natalie's body.

"Don't give up so quickly," Natalie crooned. "I want you lively and struggling, or I'll stick you in my asshole instead."

Aaron couldn't have responded if he wanted to, and he buzzed in quiet pleasure around Natalie's fingers before she hurriedly finished washing up and towelled off.

Feeling much better, Natalie strode into the bedroom and considered the figure of Sasha and the peach spirit inside.

"Now. How the hell am I going to get you cleaned up?"

Aaron tensed himself in anticipation. Whatever Natalie would try to get Sasha's body up and about might leave him an opening to regain control, or at least escape.