Off Course!

My pulse raced at the thought, dominance urging me to lead. 'Yeah. Let's do that.' I stood, stripping off my shirt and jeans quickly, my cock springing free—hard, average length but thick at the base, nothing compared to her impressive futanari girth.

She glanced down, eyes widening, a mix of curiosity and desire flushing her face as we moved to the bathroom.

The shower was small, steam filling the air as hot water cascaded over us. I guided her under the spray first, my hands soaping her shoulders, working down her back with tender strokes. She leaned into me, her body relaxing for the first time in days, the water washing away the grime and that lingering cum scent.

'Feels good,' she murmured, turning to face me, her breasts pressing against my chest.

I lathered my hands, sliding them over her curves, then lower to her cock. It stood rigid under the water, longer than mine by a few inches, the shaft broader, veins standing out as I washed it slowly, my grip firm but caring. 'Look at us,' I said, my voice husky, stepping closer so our bodies aligned.

My cock brushed hers, the difference stark—hers towering, pulsing with futanari power, mine solid but shorter, nestling against her thigh. The contact sent sparks through me, raw desire mixing with the emotional pull of supporting her like this.