Time to wash up

Your hips buck as your cock finishes convulsing, you’re horrified at the splash damage you’ve hit Lauren with.

She gives a small smirk, then removes her hand from your exhausted dick. She licks and then sucks her finger to clean it, making your cock spring back to attention; you see Brooke has been wordlessly staring at your penis, a spectrum of smiles and excitement as your cock fluctuates in size.

Lauren then steps backward and winks before sliding into the spring and disappearing among the steam.

You nearly yelp as Brooke has dropped to her knees, so close you can feel her breath caress your hip and gently tease your shaft. You’re becoming extremely self conscious, but also extremely aroused from the extra attention (even though you’d swear your cock is drained by now).

“Ryan…” you hear Brooke say quietly, almost a whisper.

Your cock is now painfully stiff, and you feel your legs getting weak from your nerves. “Y-yeah?”