Life is Futa Chapter 19

It’s times like this that make Max wish that she had breasts.

“Oh,” Lara says, stiffening as Max hugs her from behind. The water pours on them. Lara clears her throat. “What’s happening? Is that Max?”

“I’m giving you a hug.”

“May I ask why?”

“To cheer you up.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Max,” Lara says tiredly.

“How’d you know it was me?”

Lara hesitates. Max makes up her mind right there: if Lara says it’s her flat chest, Lara’s not getting any sugar right here. Max means it.

“Your tiny hands,” Lara says finally.

“Oh.” Max smiles, squeezing her. Lara has great abs. Max just goes ahead and gives them a feel. “Do you like work out?” she asks.

“Oh my God. What are you doing?” Lara asks, laughing.

“Like, you’re in such good shape. Do you play sports?” Max asks, affecting an obnoxious cheerleader voice.

“Max, really…” Lara says, shifting slightly as Max’s palms caress her abdomen.

Max dips one hand a little, just touching Lara’s wet, trimmed bush.

“What? You’ve never been felt up in the shower by a smaller girl who is not scary at all?” Max asks.

“Who are you and what did you do with Max?”

“Oh, shut up. You want some pity loving or not?”

Lara splutters with laughter and tries to look over her shoulder, but Max grabs her tits. Lara gasps and laughs louder.

“Mmm, not bad,” Max says. They do make a nice handful. She pinches Lara’s nips, then motorboats Lara’s wet, scarred back.

“God! Max!”

“Oh, yeah. Scream my name,” Max says in a low voice. “I like that.”

Lara’s shoulder shake with mirth, but her body shudders when Max tweaks her nipples.

“No, really,” Lara gasps. “Who are you?”

“Shut up!”

Max fumbles around for Lara’s cock. Lara jerks and her erection bounces, but Max catches it in her hand. She’s momentarily startled because it has a noticeable curve. Then she pulls.

“Oh dear,” Lara says thickly, her palms smacking onto the wall again.

“Mmhmm,” Max purrs, leaning with her as she strokes. But there’s no more talking; Lara’s feeling it, and Max is too. Giving a reach around means that Max doesn’t get to see anything, but it’s gratifying to feel Lara’s shaft throbbing and her body shaking when she cums.

“Oh yeah,” Max giggles, squeezing and pulling. She feels hot cum on her fingers.

Lara breathes hoarsely.

“Fuck me,” she pants.

Max steps back, and the sight of Lara’s bare ass is irresistible. Max gives it a slap that gets another gasp out of the breathless brunette leaning on the wall.

Then she pauses. Lara looks back at her, and her expression is difficult to interpret. Lara probably doesn’t know how she’s feeling either.

Max laughs nervously and gets ready to rewind, but Lara’s expression becomes a smile and she covers her mouth to stop a laugh. Max thinks twice and decides to take a chance. Just a small one. Why not?

“You’re welcome,” she says and leaves the shower without rewinding.